Weeks pregnant: 23
Baby size in fruit: Large mango (I swear there used to be a mango emoji!!)
As Little O starts getting bigger and more kicky (honestly sometimes it feels like he’s trying to tunnel is way out through the front) I have started picturing what it will be like to hold him in my arms. To see his little face and feel his warm little body against me. I imagine what it will be like to stroke his little head and watch him sleep and listen to him make all kinds of weird little baby noises. I realise that this will be happening in between vomiting, poonamis and screaming for hours but it’s still an image that fills my heart with joy and in many ways I can’t wait.
On the other hand right now Little O is safe at all times and I don’t really have to share him with anyone. Mr O talks to my bump and loves feeling Little O’s kicks but at the moment he’s almost 100% mine and I don’t have to let anyone else hold him or take care of him. It might sound selfish but I love that we’re a little unit. I also love my bump… so much so that I haven’t actually minded people having a little feel of it, which is something I thought was really going to bug me. Of course I will probably feel very differently in about three months time when the bump chronicles turn into the “get this baby out of me right now” chronicles but at the moment I love being a home for my little man and having him bouncing around inside me and I’m really not ready to give that up.