Letters to bump: 14 weeks to go

Letters to bump: 14 weeks to go

Dear Squeaky B,

It’s Monday, which means another weekly update on what’s gone on. There’s 14 weeks to go until you arrive, and I’m going to be honest, it feels like it’s dragging.

So what happened this week?

Weeks: 26 weeks

Stats: You’re measuring at 14 inches and weighing in at 760 grams. According to the app, that’s a whole 100 grams in one week!

Vegetable size: Coconut

No appointments this week, but daddy and I have been prepping in other ways. I’ve finished all my books, but we’ve started reading one of your daddy’s together – Commando Dad – which, aside from the overuse of army-analogies and puns, is proving to be pretty helpful.

We’ve made a nice tradition of snuggling up in bed or on the couch and reading through a chapter or so together, talking about the different points it brings up. All the books I’ve read so far have been on pregnancy and giving birth, tres helpful, but I realised my knowledge on what to do when you arrive was pretty limited!

As well as being very informative for a first time mum-to-be, it’s a nice way to bring us together. We’re learning as a pair, preparing as a pair, and getting ready to face this life-changing event as a pair!

This weekend we went for a tour around one of the local birth centres, i.e. one of the places where we could welcome you into this world! We spoke to midwives, looked around the rooms and think we have decided where we’re going to go when you finally make your appearance! The wonderful thing is how supportive everyone seemed to be about having a natural birth and letting the body take its course. Sorry, Squeaky, bit boring.

Your movements are becoming less like sharp jabs and kicks, and more like rolling movements. The best way to describe it to daddy is that you’re trying to rub or massage your way out of my stomach. That doesn’t mean that you don’t have your moments when you strike a killer blow to the bladder, intestines or ribs and catch me off guard, but it’s nice to feel you doing more solid human movements.

At this particular moment in time you are rubbing your foot into the left side of my bump, and if I touch it I can feel it. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to having something wriggling around in there.

Highlight of the week

This Sunday was Father’s Day, and it was the first that your daddy spent as a daddy-of-two! Or at least a daddy-of-two-to-be.

Something you’ll learn about mummy, Squeaky, is that I don’t like to do things by half. Daddy was going to be spoiled rotten today.

I started off by arranging the table to look as nice as possible with all the presents, which included chocolate, Lush products and daddy’s favourite whiskey. Your big brother and I woke daddy up after a lie-in till 8:30am (yes, this is a lie in to us) with a fresh cup of coffee and the promise of sausage and hash brown butties, and lots of presents of course.

There were plenty of cuddles to dish out, and it was lovely to see your daddy so happy. He’s had a tough week this week, and really deserved to be spoiled! Not that he’s not anyway, Squeaky. 🙂

After that, we had a lovely day out at the garden centre and then to the park – in true British fashion with grey clouds gathering and winds whipping. There we spotted your cousins, grandma and Auntie Sara, and all headed back to grandma for a celebratory lasagne. And the next World Cup match, of all. I’m sure daddy will tell you all about that soon; I fear I’m going to be outnumbered in this house come September.

Anyway, till next Monday, Squeaky!

Love, mummy and daddy xx



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