dearest little'un

Oh love,
you are twenty-seven and a half weeks, and we're officially started the "third trimester". This is the time where you start to lengthen and fill out that little frame of yours. Already, we know you love to wriggle, and stretch, and listen to groovy music (bon iver, nick cave, kate rusby, the unthanks). I sometimes wonder whether you'll have a great head of dark hair like I had when I was born or be nearly bald and blonde like your papa. We're decided on a name if you're a girl, but are still mulling over variations of names if you're a little boy. The most common thing I'm asked in french "is it a girl or a boy" to which i reply "i don't know, I'd love either". which is true. we love you just as you are x