Dear Baby
What a week we had! The big scan, mummy’s 40th birthday, and snow in Belfast! I hope the snow bit happens again sometime once you are in school, because there isn’t anything as magical as a snow day!
And we’re past the 1/2 way mark now. Mummy is still waiting, very impatiently, for the 2nd trimester burst of energy everyone is promising her. She doesn’t think she’s going to get it.
At 21 weeks you are about 18 cms long. You have eyelids, but they are still fused closed, so your eyes aren’t open yet. This is probably a good thing. Its not like you have a TV in there!!
This week you have also, apparently, learned to stand on mummy’s bladder. Cuz she’s heading to the loo every hour or so. Stop that, okay?
Mummy has been thinking a lot this week about what it means to be your mummy. She keeps remembering this scene from the old TV show, Mad About You. Paul and Jamie are expecting their first baby and Jamie suddenly realizes she’s the mummy and she has a total freak out over it.
I’m not freaking out at all. I want to be your mummy. I can’t wait to be your mummy. I will always be your mummy. Even when I’m 80 and you’re 40? I’ll still be your mummy.
Which brings me to the next thing I’ve been thinking about this week.
I’ve said in a previous post that you being born in a year that ends with 9 will test my maths skills. Only, it won’t. Because I will always be exactly 40 years older than you! Easy peasy to remember your age now! 🙂
So 19 weeks to go. And I’m still counting every day until then.
Love
Mummy
19 weeks to go! It will fly by, I promise 🙂