39 weeks.
It's crazy to think that we've been sharing this body for 39 weeks.
Every day brings something new - wriggles, kicks, hiccups, I've loved sharing every little movement with you - from that first 'is this gas or did my baby just kick' to the 'oh my God, this baby is about to crawl out of my lady garden' (honestly, you've got to stop trying, it'll open when it's ready!)
These last few weeks have been agony on Mummy's thighs - you've definitely dropped down into position; it's like having a bowling ball between my legs. Let's hope you're not the weight of one, though! Not that I mind - it means we're closer to meeting you!
It feels so bittersweet, thinking about the transition from being pregnant to being a Mummy. I cannot wait to have you in my arms, but I'll miss all our little moments. Up until now it's just been us, and of course daddy when he talks to you and tells you stories and you kick him in the cheek. I'll miss how excited you get when it's morning and we wake up, you do the breakfast dance, and the 11:30am dance to remind me to eat lunch. I'll miss when you stick your bum out so far I have to rub it to get you to sink back into place again, or when you prod me with your little foot so high up it makes me jump and then laugh. I'll even miss how you make yourself extra comfy when I go to the loo, as if there's suddenly lots of extra space in there and you do a starfish in my tummy!
Our birthing pool is here, the kit is ready to go, the cleaners have done their deep clean and I've finally got all your bits and pieces together so we are ready when you are, little Princess xxxxx
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| First day of maternity leave - a cream tea! |
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| Me, bump and my nephew! |
