And pictures just because I forgot my pourrites bridge baby (my panasonic camera, not my braces) to the safeguards of the Geneva airport, where we found May 24 on our return. Ouiiiii I went to "still" in Turkey during pregnancy, much to the dismay of my colleagues ("Oh you'll still be in Turkey ?!?!?"); decidedly TF1 and co have much time for busy brain available. since I have mine (1. 70 m, microbeads, terry cover) I am a woman filled, for the nursing pillow, contrary to what its name implies, does not serve as support breastfeeding. The original plan: Because I'm starting to suspect something strongly from February 5, but I thought in the past . . and then finally no, I decided to wait a good week before the test and to announce that on Valentine's Day, with shoes in a gift box for example (yes I know completely cheesy, but hey foskifo). The reality: to 6, making weird pain *, I rush to the doctor, who makes me do a blood test, pending the results, I buy a test in the pharmacy. Returned to work after lunch break agitated, I drove into the toilet is the name Sultan while I'm still trying to peer into the stick, and then attends to Live "ahhhhhhhhhhhh I think I see a second Online !!!!" While I still Falzar on the ankles. * Three months later, I am able to say that all the physical sensations felt during pregnancy seem odd to primigravida (the sweet name of which I rigged the medical profession). To say that my mommy is not focused on matters of motherhood, as I explained here and there, she has continued to teach me that one can live very well without man, no marriage without living together without children (and even a TV and a cat advantageously replace it all). So when I told him I was pregnant (by mail, we have extensive correspondence for 17 years since I left the nest, our communication is mainly correspondence), I do not expect much interest, and even of enthusiasm on his part. Encouraged by his concern for my health, its buying spree of body, comforters and co, I decided to send him a copy of my first 3D ultrasound. In his reply, she felt compelled to tell me that without wanting to offend us (sic) on the echo as she looked Knut . . offal. Voui Voui Voui you read. Even if I practice my mother for several decades, I'm still wondering how this "joke" (if charming) has taken various mental filters that every human being should be provided normally gregarious, and especially why it ultimately deemed appropriate to transcribe in writing. edit a few weeks: since she apologized, swore that Knut was nothing like in the pudding, and encouraged me to send the echo following for good measure (I think). This has at least helped to discover that there are other Turkish writers Orhan Pamuk, darling of French media (to my shame, I confess that I got to go after that "Istanbul Memories of a city "). More recently and still ongoing, the days of Turkish cinema in Geneva at the Center for animation film Voltaire, home arts Grütli, 16 rue du Général Dufour, with nearly thirty films scheduled for three weeks until May 16 (Turkish cinema classics and more recent films, such as Nuri Bilge Ceylan and Fatih Akin, often programmed in France, I love the second, the first having an achievement just to calm my . . taste). Finally, the day Turkey in Switzerland to be held this year in Geneva May 9, to which we can not attend because we are gone that day to 15 days holiday . . in Turkey. Eh I was there actually, but I preferred to concentrate on my heartburn (which does not prevent me from you between acid reflux). First of all welcome Caspewine, Marie Laurence, Babycadum! J'adooooooooore have new readers, who comment as well (even if I put the time to express my enthusiasm). The Knut, three months and Cahuet, is worn like a charm with an ultrasound to be very concerned ieuc of platinum on the back of the social security not to let anything happen, we have seen on TV three times already, the third time, as he told us that at this stage we can determine the sex, he was asked what (chti forever), and there he gave us a high probability. But nothing that the likelihood was fogging the eyes of the Sultan, it was a moment Nutella, beautiful and némouvant. Still, I would have preferred to know nothing than half that certainty, because just out, they began to project itself as eggs (of what, I'll tell you not to make the hearing because bloggesque it's like that), to the point of being afraid to be disappointed if the Knut decides to make his transsexual by the next ultrasound (June 12). Today I still bought too mimi 21 shoes for next to nothing (and manly blue / pink with flowers-delete as appropriate) for those who have already passed "on the other side", yes I know of 21, it will take several months before it's used, but it was really cro cro cro mimi. Because I grew in childcare, yes, yes, yes! As proof, I recently learned the difference between a stroller wheels and a three-wheel (one in three and one in four), a cozy, a boat, a car seat . . in Applause! . . . .