Dear Bobby,
I’m typing this post at work as even though I should be downstairs working; I really cannot be bothered. It’s Friday and I cannot wait to go home.
Since writing to you last, a lot has happened.
• I started a new job on the 10th March. It’s ok but it’s not what I want to do for the rest of my life. In fact I’m hoping to get my job back at my previous work if they will have me. I’m meeting them next Friday for a ‘drink’ so we shall see what comes of it; if anything.
• Both your Dad and I have moved into the flat of which will be your first home. Again, I don’t like it but I’m sure that once it’s been painted to our own tastes it will feel more like home.
• Pregnancy wise well, we have made it to week eight!
I’ve only known about you for three weeks but these three weeks have felt like a life time so I can only imagine how long the nine months will feel like! I had a follow-on scan last Monday to make sure you were still ok and this time your Dad came too. We had to wait four hours and he moaned all the way through. You will soon realise that your Dad doesn’t like waiting. :)
Unlike the first scan at five weeks which showed nothing but a black blob, this time we saw you as a small white blob complete with a heartbeat. It was quite surreal and I was a little worried at how big you had grown within only ten days! I hope you don’t turn out to be a huge baby. I know I have ‘child bearing hips’ but please make sure you don’t make the labour any harder than it will be by you being the size of a house! We have another scan booked on Tuesday 31st March.
Unfortunately over the past week I have been bleeding on and off and I have had cramps. However, this week both have been stronger and longer lasting. I can only hope that it’s not you trying to get out.
I have recently joined an Internet group for pregnant Mums and over the past few days some of those who were due around the same time as you have lost their babies. It’s hard to know what to say to them and as horrible as it is to say; I really hope that I don’t become ‘one of them’. We can only wait and see.
As naughty as it is, despite already having had two scans done, the hospital have not offered us any photos of you, so at the next visit I am going to try to steal one from the last two visits lol. I just need something to keep of you; something to make you even more real. :)
Well that’s all I have to say at present. I’m dying to go to the toilet and I must get downstairs to help with the work load.
I guess I will see you next Tuesday. I hope you will be there waiting to say hello.
Love Mummy xox
