If grainy scans of other people’s unborn foetuses leave you cold, then you should probably look away now (or come back next entry). For those of you who are still with us (hi Mum!) the pictures below show the face of Baby Frost 2 at five and a half months gestation. Almost definitely male, he weighs 870 grams, all limbs and organs present and correct, and as far as it is possible for the technology to predict, looks like he’s doing just fine.
Now starts the process of discarding the names in Spanish that we couldn’t possibly inflict on a child in English, e.g. Geronimo (yes that’s really a name here) and Kevin (that too!); discarding the names in English that we couldn’t possibly expect anyone to pronounce or spell in Spanish, e.g. anything with a th as in Matthew, anything with a ph as in Christopher, or anything with a gh as in Vaughan (not that I’d call a child Vaughan in any language anyway, apologies to any Vaughans reading our blog); and then we see if there’s anything we like out of what’s left following the discarding process. If our last experience is anything to go by, he’ll be half-way down the birth canal before we come to a definite conclusion.
Talking with one of our neighbours today who has four sons, I wondered how I might have any chance of keeping order when I’m about to be so heavily outnumbered by the men in my life. She said, “easy, you tell them that since you are the princess of the house they will need to run around and wait on you”. I’m not sure she’s speaking from a position of successful experience, but it’s got to be worth a try.