Cheeky, cheekier, cheekiest?

After many weeks waiting and hoping, biding my time feeling happily pukey, I had a magical 12 week scan last week. No3/Take 2 is on its way and making its presence felt with a podgy out tummy, a voracious appetite, a superhero sense of smell and a nighttime penchant for toilet visits.

I was talking to the boys the other day, discussing the 'baby in the tummy'. Mostly as a defence strategy, to warn them against body slamming and other surprise wrestling attacks. I asked them whether they think it will be a girl or a boy. 

Big Brother thinks a boy - and suggested the name Henry (cute). Little Brother thinks a girl and put forward to delightful name of Poop-Poop (not so cute). Big Brother thought if its a girl we should call it Alli (not too bad)- but as in short for Alligator (?). 

At the scan I waited excitedly just incase I got the 'So do you have any twins in the family?' question, but no. (Its a strange fantasy I have every time I have a scan, and I realise it is not totally sane.)

The baby (singular) was very good during the scan showing all its bits, except when just as the sonographer took one of the measurements - it stuck out its tongue! This one may turn out the be the cheekiest of them all.