The 2015 remake of Mad Max is not the most relaxing Friday night movie choice. I had to keep turning the volume down because at nearly 8 months along, our baby kicked and twitched inside of Claudine’s belly in time with the dusty gasoline fuelled explosions.
The movie is a sandy dystopian fantasy where people are really dirty and thirsty for either gasoline or water. I couldn’t be sure which one it was. There are constant detonations, not much dialogue and a great deal of mumbling/yelling/shouting. It is the antithesis of relaxation.
Apparently even in utero babies don’t care for intense action movies. Wimps.
At our recent 31-week scan our baby measured ahead in size at about 34.5 weeks. Evidentially she is on the large side. Both baby incubator (Claudine) and baby are doing great. Human babies are officially ripe at 40 weeks but anything after 38 weeks is exit strategy fair game. Our time is getting close.
31 week scan
I accept what a truly magical thing is happening but it is less ‘white doves flying out of a top hat’ magic and more ‘sawing a lady in half’ kind of magic. Both magical, but one is way more creepy. I do love to feel our baby move, it just makes my face contort in uncomfortable shock every time.
After driving through more infernal fiery sand clouds, the lead actress, Charlize Theron blows up yet another motley rusty car shaped apparition. Claudine instinctively grabs my hand to feel the baby kicking. I make the panic-excited-I-am-going-to-faint-face and we laugh at how wonderfully ridiculous it is to be kicked by a tiny human who lives underwater. Life can sometimes resemble fiction if you look at it a certain way. I just hope our baby doesn’t come out with expectations of life in an action movie. Because unless Tom Hardy and Charlize Theron are here to light everything on fire, what’s the point of blowing shit up? Plus sand is the worst and it gets everywhere. Truth.
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What we do in the shadows! I suggest that for a night in. Freeking funny as all hell!
🙂