Letters to bump: 10 weeks to go
Dear Squeaky B,
Bet it’s getting cramped in there, am I right? Well, there’s still a long way to go…
Weeks: 30 weeks
Stats: You’re measuring at 15.7 inches and weighing in at 1.3 kilograms
Vegetable size: Cabbage
Your movements this week have absolutely graduated from sharp jabs and kicks to more rolling drawn out pushes. One thing you love to do right now is have a good old stretch – that’s usually when I say good morning to you – so that I feel your bum in one place, your tiny toes in another and your fists in a third. Cheers for that, pal.
Kind of miss the days when I was trying to figure out if you were moving or if I was farting internally.
Not much has happened this week; it’s been a bit of a slow one, Squeaks. The main thing we did was head out with your Uncle Mark and Auntie Chloe – yep, those two again – to Garstang for an ice cream festival.
Let me tell you something about that day, it was HOT. And when you’re carrying a cabbage around strapped to your front, it becomes V hard work. Luckily, all three of Team Squeaky understood and let me have frequent breaks and sitdowns.
Unfortunately, we didn’t come across any ice cream. Well, there was plenty around us but given said cabbage weight and a sore back, I wasn’t up for queuing for two hours for a cone – the place was absolutely jam packed. So, we thought we’d be clever and go to Wallings (again) only to find a decent sized queue there – seems like we weren’t the only ones with this ‘clever’ idea. But we got some in the end.
I opted for a scoop (so, three scoops in Wallings land) of Cream Egg ice cream with rainbow sprinkles. Totally worth it. You’ll see.
By the way, your Uncle Mark is 110% convinced that you’re a girl in there. So convinced that I bet we could get him to put money on it… Will report back with an update on your uni fund.
Before we finish, I have to mention that one of the funniest moments this week was when you got the hiccups for the first time!
I tried to capture it on video but your head is so far down that you could barely see any movements at all. It was a normal evening where your daddy and I were watching TV, and all of a sudden I started to feel these short, sharp and rhythmic movements deep down in my belly but definitely more towards the front. After a minute I asked daddy to have a feel and told him I suspected hiccups, which he sided with me on and then we both had a good giggle and an “awwww” at your first bout of hiccups. Don’t worry, I get them all the time so there’s one trait from me.
No doubt daddy will tell me off for spelling it hiccups instead of hiccoughs. Grandmutti probably will too… Sorry guys.
Highlight of the week
To be honest with you, Squeaky, there hasn’t been one stand out moment from this week. More like a cluster of them. Sure the ice cream festival was lovely despite the fact that we didn’t get any ice cream, but the best moments for me have been the belly time between you, me and daddy.
Daddy loves to play with you; he’ll wait with a hand on my belly for you to punch, kick or roll, and then he’ll poke you and wait for the return poke. He likes to think you know exactly what you’re doing. And trust me, this can go on for some time, usually until one of you gets bored and either you stop returning the pokes or he gets worried he’s hurting you.
Love, mummy and daddy xx