Start of Week 27/40
Dear Little George,
This is our final week in the second trimester and three months from today is your due date. We're in the home stretch. I am convinced this time around that you will be born late. I won't be starting maternity leave until you start to burst forth. (I want as much time home with you as possible.) My guess is that you'll be born a few days earlier than Simon - which means Christmas Eve or Christmas. I suspect those unfortunate days for a birthday will work out better for us than for most families. Daddy will have an excellent excuse to celebrate something other than Christmas. We'll all have something to focus on besides the holidays. No one out there plans to give the wee one Santa sweaters or holiday music for his birthdays, right? See, we'll be fine.
You're probably around fifteen inches long and weigh just over two pounds. I've gained 18 pounds - still adding a pound a week. Last week's acrobatics must have been you shifting to a new position because, since then, your movements have been frequent but gentle.
Daddy and I signed up for the Stevens Creek Trail Walk (we've walked the 5K pretty much every year we've been in Mountain View) and it occurred to me over the weekend that I am, well, very pregnant. While walking three miles with a few extra pounds is no big deal, walking 3 miles with twenty extra pounds sloshing around might just be a little too much. Our friends, Paul and Micheline, came over this weekend and we took them to nearby Rancho San Antonio for a two mile walk to see if that would be a problem. It was only in the last few minutes before we reached the car that I started to feel like I needed to sit down. After driving home we walked another mile to the coffee shop and back. The walk is on September 30. I think I can do it. Daddy and I plan to take a few long walks between now and then.
Love,
Mama