And we will call you ...

Well it has been decided - baby has a name for the next couple of months. And we will call you WOMBIE! It's a combination of womb and raider and is gender neutral. All this was kindly decided by Aunt an Uncle Wombie (who are of course U S of A'ers) and is clearly, if still somewhat confusingly, explained here:
"I think you should call the baby wombie - it's a gender neutral name and also fitting for the in utero carryover to oxygen breathing little one :) Or, at the very least, we should be aunt and uncle wombie." Thanks aunt wombie!
Now that that's decided all we have to do is at some point find a real name. I can imagine little diaper child running around the garden and L screaming after it "Wombie you listen to me and get your wombat little backside in here right now. WOMMMMMBBBBIIIIEEEEE!" The neighbours will love us. It can add to the joy I'm sure they get when I can't find the dog and go shouting around the yard "BOO! COME HERE, BOO!" Lovely.
Anyway, Telkom has finished striking, Julius Malema hasn't said anything stupid in a while, spring is almost here, and this week we go for another scan. 12/13 weeks! I can't believe it!
L's doing well; still nauseous and sore sometimes. The moods aren't too bad - and anyway, I feel partly to blame for her suffering!
What I've learnt so far: 9 months doesn't seem that long anymore - and I can't wait!

p.s. I still forget how old Wombie is! Gotta learn to count soon!