Letters to bump: 11 weeks to go
Dear Squeaky B,
We’re almost into single digit weeks. We’re excited, and I think you are too. You never stop dancing around in there.
Weeks: 29 weeks
Stats: You’re measuring at 15.2 inches and weighing in at 1.15 kilogram. You’re growing steadily, little gremlin.
Vegetable size: Cauliflower
So what’s happened this week?
Well, your daddy, Uncle Mark, big brother and I went to the first Preston North End friendly match of the year.
Isn’t that adorable?
Luckily we managed to get some seats in the shade and had a snack of two. Your big brother was very pleased to see the new PNE kit was green – his favourite colour. Oh, and we won 7 – 0 so it was a good day all round. I wonder how old you’ll be when daddy takes you on your first match? Probably just a few weeks old.
Aside from the match it’s been a pretty quiet week. The heatwave I told you about in the last letter is still going strong, much to your mummy’s dismay. I’m now very good friends with the fans in the house, and have taken to working upstairs where it’s cooler with the curtains closed in my undies. Aren’t you proud of your momma?
And, can you believe this, but England have made it to the World Cup semi finals. Now that may not sound like much to you, but given our track record it’s a pretty big deal. So if you hear your daddy shouting “It’s coming home” over and over again, you know what that’s all about.
Something I’ve started to notice over the past couple of weeks, but that I wanted to sit on until I was sure, is aspects of your personality coming through. I can absolutely tell you’re going to take after your daddy. You’re a bit of a fusspot already, and you love your personal space. If I lean on the bump with my arm or hand, you push and shove until I move it off. You’re also a little shy; you can be kicking away but the moment I invite daddy to look or feel, you go still and quiet – it’s almost as if you know that you’re being watched!
That is absolutely your daddy through and through.
Highlight of the week
Don’t go me wrong, going to football was lovely and a nice thing to do as a group, but the best part of the week was a tiny moment that could have happened at any point. Your daddy and I were watching TV in bed and, as you do whenever I settle myself down for a rest, you decided to hold a rave in my tummy. Although this happens every day, I’m still pretty mesmerised whenever it happens.
But back to the point. You weren’t just doing the usual kicking and punching; it was like you were trying to push your way out. And every time your hand disappeared, your daddy would touch my tummy in that exact spot and you would push back and leave your hand poking there. Daddy was delighted, and insisted that you were holding his hand, jabbering away to you the whole time. I could tell in that moment that your daddy is already head over heels for you. He even finished off the evening with two renditions of ‘You Are My Sunshine’.
And I started to cry. My bad. It’s the hormones, ok?
Now we’re making belly time part of our nightly routine; I hope you enjoy it as much as we do 🙂 A little soppy? Sorry.
Love, mummy and daddy xx