being psychic

Sometimes small children can seem pyschic about babies. A few years ago I had a young boy at Cafe Komodo approach me and ask me where my baby was. "I've seen you with him-where is he?" he asked. 

Asher guessed Andy and I were having a baby, and had his hands all over my tummy looking for evidence. He's also convinced we are having a boy, and thinks we should name it Andrew or James. I rang him up this evening to see how he was. Great! He said he'd had a great day, had been at childcare, "I LOVE childcare!" He also told me he was doing homework. WHat sort of homework? The same as his brothers, "I LOVE my brothers!" It seems he's made Gus put together a red book that he is going to write in. Apparently he loves childcare on Mondays because his friend is there that day and he loves his friend. Everything that he likes at the moment he "loves": trains, food, sometimes even people. 

 Andy and I have having up and down moments about the baby. The bubble of joy and euphoria we were just starting to let ourselves feel (because there is a part of us that doesn't want to count our chickens before they're hatched; or be in the face of people without children) got punctured today at the scan. Have to return for a repeat scan in 2 weeks, to see if the reasons for being "abnormal" are still the same, or require further investigation. It's an awful feeling, not knowing what to wait for

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