Visited the doctor this morning with Mrs M, her visiting sister, JC and PB. Good time had by all. In the obligatory "let's use the machine that goes ping to justify it's massive cost and our exorbitant fees" session we discovered the 33 week baby weighs about 2.27 kilos. The doc yet again dropped a massive hint as to the baby's sex by using the personal pronoun for the gender. It's making a mockery of our attempt to wait for the birth to discover if it's a boy or girl (you can still vote if you like over their on the right). Mrs M still faces a stifling HK summer of humidity and sweat until the 3rd apple of our eye joins us.

While enjoying the ultrasound we were presented with what the doctor alleged was a profile view of the baby. Imagine my surprise, while I was busy trying to actually see a face at all, when Mrs M turned and said, "Look, it has the same nose as JC and PB." Seriously. Despite extensive testing there was no proof she had taken narcotics this morning.

Maybe this is what they call "mother's intuition". I still can't work out where the friggin' nose actually is, let alone what it looks like.