dearest little'un

dearest little wriggle pot,

today the sun is shining so brightly, it hardly feels like winter at all. today we went outside to soak in as much golden light as we could. you are thirty-seven weeks and officially "full-term" - and while it doesn't feel as though the time as "flown by" it does seem so remarkable to remember the day - the morning - we realised you were there and only the size of a blueberry! now I feel your strong arms and legs and hips and hands moving all around, I feel your heartbeat and your hiccups, and the pressure of your head down low. these days we try and take things more slowly; getting a good nights sleep isn't so easy but falling asleep on the lounge after lunch appears to be. this morning two handmade things arrived for you; a ring sling made of linen and a wrap carrier in sturdy cotton. it was fun and a bit puzzling trying to work them out and thinking of you wrapped close. with all my love, mama x