Dear Little Acrobat,
You’ve been twirling around in me all day today. This morning, your Dad definitely felt you. It wasn’t the first time, but the other two times, he wasn’t sure. This morning he was certain. I found myself getting a bit weepy at it all. It’s funny, I’m approaching the whole motherhood thing with a certain degree of sarcastic humour and cynicism, but moments like that bring out the “real me” and I get all soft. It’s nice feeling you move around in there, if a bit distracting. Do me a favour and keep still during my presentation at work tomorrow morning, OK?
I’m still getting sick. It seems to directly correlate with tiredness, so the end of the week is always particularly excruciating. I’m kind of hoping that our holiday in New Zealand in a couple of weeks will give me enough of a relaxing time-out for the morning sickness to go completely … a girl’s got to dream!
This weekend, we bought you your car seat and your change table/drawers. I was feeling very organised indeed until I started to write the list of things we need for when you’re born. We’re not even close to having everything. I can’t believe the amount of stuff you need! And, of course, it’s all stuff catered to you. It’s not like having a house guest, where you get out the old, yellowing doona and direct them to the corn flakes and say goodnight. It will be fun shopping though. At the moment, we have the luxury of two full-time salaries, so that certainly makes the whole thing a bit easier. I’m not looking forward to a year on one salary. But my guess is our social life will be slightly diminished at that point anyway, so cash won’t matter so much.
I read that this week your taste buds start developing. I was kind of relieved to realise that you couldn’t taste any of the chocolate I’ve been feasting on in past weeks – up until this week it was the only thing that made me feel better, and then this week I vomited up half a block of Crunch and it was all over. So, I’m going to endeavour to eat all sorts of weird and wonderful things over the next 20 weeks to ensure you have a taste for good – and perhaps even exotic – food. I bet that doesn’t stop you being fussy, but you never know!
Oh, and your little cousin arrived this week! Little Miss L. And she is divine. Wispy black hair, teeny, tiny, long fingers, and a wee six pounds, five. Not quite as small as they thought she was going to be, which is good. I can’t wait for the two of you to meet. I hope you’ll be good friends. I already know you’re going to be very different people. You have two sets of very different parents, you’ll be brought up in the city, she will be brought up either in suburbia or on a farm … but I hope none of that gets in the way of you being good friends. Of you being there for each other, and getting into mischief when our backs are turned. It would be truly wonderful.
I can’t believe we’re halfway, little one. On Wednesday we find out if you’re a boy or a girl, which is super exciting! I really don’t think I mind what sex you are, but that doesn’t stop me aching to know. I’m too impatient. It’s funny to think there’s just 20 weeks to go, when it doesn’t feel like that long ago I was sitting in bed, holding that pregnancy test in complete amazement. That said, I really want it to be over. Don’t get me wrong, I’m so happy about you. But it’s all about you for me, not the pregnancy. It’s about meeting you. Not long now!
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