The would-be gymnast

It was time to screen Little Stein aka 'It' for DS during the 12th week. So it was with great trepidition that this mummy, grandly chauffeured by my sister, went to do the OSCAR test.

During the OSCAR test, my sis and I thought that the wee one would be sleeping or making slow movements. However, we realised that Little Stein was having a time of its life in the oasis it called home.

From the ultrasound scan, we saw that It was bouncing up and down, as if on a trampoline, and kicking it's arms and legs wildly as if in a swimming competition. In a mere 10 minutes, It managed to turn from left to right, while refusing to position itself optimally for its neck thickness to be recorded.

"Behave yourself. Mummy needs to pee!" I said, in exasperation. My bladder was threatening to explode, but Little Stein continued with its antics, ignoring my dire warnings and all.

Finally It got tired. It fell in a position that was optimal for the test. We cheered. I bolted to the nearest toilet for my much needed pee. Ahhhh relief.