Kitty Boing

Kitty cropped

Why the name? Well, when Dr T (my wife) was pregnant with our daughter, we needed something to call the bump. I suspect most expectant parents come up with some way of referring to the tiny human in there, if only to make what otherwise seems like a pretty abstract idea more concrete. After all, the notion that an actual fresh bit of life was growing inside my best friend, the person whose hair I used to dye black in the toilet before going out to the indie club, seemed unlikely.

So we called the bump Kitty. We didn’t know the sex until birth and Kitty was a nicely non-specific label for something we only half believed was real anyway. As the pregnancy progressed, Dr T would say “Kitty Boing” whenever the baby stirred. They became the most comforting words I would hear throughout the pregnancy (other than “here, drink this beer”): to me, they signalled that all was well; that Kitty was moving around regularly and was content.

Now, of course, she’s out in the world. When Kitty goes Boing I’m expected to do more about it than goggle at Dr T’s stomach or mutter into her abdomen. So this is a blog about that. Thanks for taking the time to read it!