Letters to bump: 5 weeks to go

Letters to bump: 5 weeks to go

Dear Squeaky B,

“It’s the five week countdoooooooown.” It’s almost time. Are you getting ready? Don’t leave us waiting too long!

Weeks: 35 weeks

Stats: You’re measuring at 18.2 inches and weighing in at 2.4 kilograms

Vegetable size: Small spaghetti squash

So, a little good news this week, Squeaky… We think we’ve got your name options sorted! Of course, that could all change once you make an appearance and we suddenly decide that you look like a ‘Gertrude’ or a ‘Lucifer’, but as far as we’re good to go!

We’re keeping our options close to our chest at the moment – mostly because grandma has taught every name under the sun (including a Lucifer) and once you’re named she can’t tell the terrible story of ‘so and so’ and the time he shoved pencils up her nose.

You’re still growing away, and I’m sorry it’s getting so cramped in there. You’re certainly trying to escape through the sunroof; digging your toes into my ribs and pushing the top of your head into my cervix. You stretch and roll around on a daily basis, you leave your elbows, knees and toes sticking into my side. The skin on top of my bump is super sore, but I’m happy to endure anything so that you stay in there fully cooked and safe.

You’ll have to look after me when I’m old anyway.

Believe it or not, Squeaky, but your mummy saw midnight for the first time in months the other day.

Your daddy and I went out with some people from work to celebrate last Friday, and ended up on the half 10 train and didn’t get into bed till past midnight. Oh my I was tired.

I will admit it, it’s hard to get enthusiastic about maracas when you haven’t had a drink or a drop of alcohol since Monday. Daddy loved the maracas, and if you were wondering what all that racket was on Friday then it was daddy shaking maracas directly at my tummy.

We now have six maracas in the house. Daddy insists that you will love them.

 

I’ll admit I was absolutely shattered the next day, but it was totally worth it.

Highlight of the week

It was a momentous occasion on Saturday; you attended your last PNE football match “in utero”. Trust me, I don’t think it PNE vs Stoke City is going to be the last match you attend if your daddy has anything to do with it. You have been to three so far – and sorry for the jumping up and down during the last one.

Daddy kept asking for regular updates on how you were doing, and to his delight you were kicking and dancing away. As far as he was concerned, you absolutely loved the match and you’re a PNE fan for life already.

Next week, we see Mrs Midwife Midwife for our third-to-last appointment. Let’s see how you’re growing!

Love, mummy and daddy xx



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