I’m lying in bed as I type. Had to leave work on-time after getting in a bit early and had intended to come home and study but its all too much so I took to bed for a bit of a rest. Your dad just got home and he is cooking fresh fig and walnut salad. Yum.
Apparently I had it all wrong last week, and according to my books and the internet, you are only just beginning to swim around this week. What good were those webbed hands then? I guess you still have them for a bit more, so do take advantage. And you are apparently grape-sized, but by next week you’ll be the size of an orange. Now that is a bit weird. How do you grow so much in one week? No wonder I’m tired. Other things happening to you: your tail is disappearing, and your are starting to get your boy/girl bits. Lucky for you!
The hospital information arrived today. I read it but with a bit of disbelief. I’m still not really sure that you are coming, and if you are, will I really have to deliver you? Through my vagina in a hospital? Oh my god. The birthing suites sounded private and ok, though. And apparently your dad should bring togs for the shower. So I guess we can shower together when you’re fighting your way out. Its all a bit surreal, I have to say. Hopefully you’ll be born at the same hospital I was born at, and the one where two of your aunts were born, and your two maternal uncles and cousins too. Your other aunt was born at home. I watched when I was 9 years old. Its still one of my most enduring and exciting memories from my childhood. And my only real exposure to childbirth. I remember thinking that your Aunt was going to get her head banged on the bed as she came out: she had a big head with black hair & it was two pushes before she was fully out so she was in mid-air for a while. I think I have a lot to learn. Hopefully your dad and I will have fun learning about it and be relaxed about how it happens. I’d like to think so.
Love & thinking of you