To my baby Beansprout,
On Wednesday, we saw you for the last time before you arrive in this world properly. It was amazing, it was special, you are so beautiful. I know I’m biased but you really are – I will never stop telling you that.
In the two times we’ve seen you (not enough in my opinion) you’ve never been that camera shy, unlike you’re mum and mama, and as soon as the lady puts her special wand on my tummy you’re there in all your glory.
Like your mum though, you soon become disobedient and do your own thing by turning away from the wand making any checks difficult – I don’t care though as it means I get to see you that bit longer.
Our first sighting of you was a scary time I must admit – we didn’t know whether you were really there, we didn’t know how strong you’d be, but you were there waiting for us. This time however, although just as nerve-wracking, we were just pleased to be able to see you again. I knew you were there as you’ve made yourself known to me pretty early on but mama, mama needed to see you – and that’s fine. You gave her a wave and even gave me a kick – thanks for that.
You’ve grown so much since our first sighting of you, you have long legs and a perfectly shaped button nose. We saw your beating heart and almost every bone in your body, it really was incredible. Talking officially, the lady at the hospital even said everything about you is perfect – but we know that already.
We’ve almost completed your room now, it really is a lovely space – we hope you like it as much as we enjoy preparing it for you.
Anyway, I’ll write again soon – I really can’t wait to meet you now.
I love you lots.