The å¤§å§ notified the family that she’d made reservations for dinner for eight… Couldn’t figure how we were eight… Until i saw the preggie sister’s ever-growing tummy and i figured the eighth had to be baby Stella…
Stella’s certainly throwing her weight around now… the li’l 5 month old fetus… and she hasn’t even learnt to kick yet!
The profile of the preggie sister has doubled and she looks positively laden down… even i started to worry about her safety… but i learnt to stop it real quick… when i warned said sister about a pathetic little step at the entrance, she threw me a dirty look… *opps*
Totally freaked out when i heard from the Mother that the preggie sister started listening to classical music on 92.4Fm, for at least an hour a day… say what?? the preggie sis is the last person i’d expect to believe in the old wives’ tales about how babies get smarter listening to Mozart (that’s from the Incredibles…)
i mean, my sis is cool… she listens to the good stuff like Kings of Convenience and Jason Mraz… and the brother-in-law listens to alternative rock… now they’re inundating innocent Stella with Mozart??
thank goodness the Mother was only exaggerating…
Sure, they really fell for the whole Mozart-is-proven-to-make-babies-smarter thing and bought a 4CD set of Mozart’s Symphonies… Each CD is for a different stage in baby’s life (like seriously??)… And the preggie sister was all Mozart isn’t that bad…
But, thankfully, Stella also listens to soft rock and Kings so she’s gonna be one cool baby… (And i can tell you that when she turns out to be real smart, it’s not gonna be because of Mozart… It’s because both her parents are already smart… She can’t go wrong getting her genes from either parent… They’re both GEP…)
i did learn something totally annoying though:
When the preggie sister saw me today, she commented on the top i was wearing…(And I happen to really love this top… Thought it looked good on me…)
Hey I tried on your top.
My top?
Yea, I saw it on sale at the shop. But I didn’t buy it. (it was so not on sale when i bought it… grrr)
So it didn’t fit?
No. It fit.
It fit? You and Stella? (i stare incredulously at the tummy)
It fit. Me and Baby. But I didn’t look nice in it so I didn’t buy it…
MY TOP can fit the sister AND the baby… And even she didn’t buy it…
Either I’m all set to becoming a premature yummy mummy or I had better start changing my dressing style…













