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Friday, March 23, 2007

Further to yesterday's post, I'm beginning to wonder whether, when it comes to children's telly*, parents don't develop a sort of Stockholm Syndrome towards the more (forgiveness, please) unbearable offerings. How else to explain that after five days I am feeling almost benevolent towards Bear in the Big Blue House?

In other news, yesterday, while being poked and prodded and measured, Beelzebump lashed out with a tiny indignant fooot and practically booted the sparrow-like locum midwife clear across the consulting room. That's my ... child of undisclosed gender!

Incidentally, for all those people who've commented 'oooh, you're not very big for seven months, are you...', Beelzebump measures 30cm, which is bang on for 30 weeks, so nyer.

And finally, I would like to extend special thanks here to my parents who, despite not having seen me for four months, and never having seen me visibly pregnant, have not once found it necessary to comment on the size, shape or configuration of the bump.

*We have only ourselves to blame, really: anything Rebecca watches has been selected and then consciously inserted into the DVD player or VCR by myself or her dad, since there's no TV reception where we live, and being a house of simply piety, we refuse to have it plumbed in (viz. we're too cheap to pay for cable).

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