Yippee! We are officially over half way to meeting this new little person. I’m really looking forward to that day, but not in a counting down the days and minutes sort of a way, just that I’m curious to find out who he or she will turn out to be; whether they’ll look like the big sisters, whether they’ll have H’s blue eyes, or that same baby giggle as Elma.
For the most part I love being pregnant, especially at this stage when I don’t quite need a crane to get me upright so I can still get things done, but the bump is obvious enough to get me a seat on the train, and the little one kicking away is a reassurance that all is well.
Right now I’m happy to wait my eighteen weeks (NB. baby if you’re listening, not too much more after that please) and treasure and enjoy this time, though if we get a really crazy hot summer I fully reserve the right to change my mind come July or August and demand that the baby comes now. Little Bump will doubtless ignore all such maternal pleading and arrive in his or her own time, much like a certain someone’s big sisters.
So how are we?
Well much as before, only bigger. We’ve not see the midwife or the consultant since just before my 20 week scan and won’t for another few weeks (when I have two appointments on following days!).
Little Bump should be measuring just shy of a 30cm ruler from top to toe. The only vegetable comparison I could find suggested a Spaghetti Squash as the appropriate size, but (a) I’ve never seen one in real life, and (b) my experience of the squashes that I have seen suggest that their length, and general size, is very much determined by the length of time that they are left growing before they’re picked and weather and soil conditions during the growing season, all of which makes it an impossible to visualise, but probably very apt size guide!
He or she is however kicking up a storm, and I love it. Most of the kicks seem to be straight down, or into my innards, all thumpy and strong and now doubt about what they are now. H has yet to successfully stalk Little Bump to feel a kick, though that could just as easily be due to the two little girls that clamber into his lap at every available opportunity, there’s not much space left for the bump! There have been a few kicks that I’ve been able to feel from the outside, and one that made my tummy visibly jump, but they’re few and far between – for now.
And as for me, I’ve still got that smidgen more energy, and I’m finding life is hurtling along at its usual pace while the bump grows merrily bigger and bigger. I know it seems strange, particularly when you see the size of me, but it’s rather easy to forget that I’m pregnant most of the time, or at least if not exactly forget, to find that our days are filled with life as it is now that I don’t have time to be so wholly focused on the Little Bump and all things pregnancy as I was when I was expecting Kitty. Perhaps there’s more than a grain of truth in the adage that says that the first baby comes home on a velvet cushion, and the third comes home with the shopping! I’m not bothered by it either, I know that as we get nearer and nearer to 40 weeks my focus will start to change and Little Bump will become foremost in my mind.
I have however managed to start a little baby knitting of my own this week too, and a large parcel arrived from a place quite north of here with a gorgeous selection of baby blanket yarn, so don’t worry Little Bump, you’re not being entirely neglected.
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