dearest little'un

twenty eight and half weeks today, my little one -
this weekend we went away on a conference for three days at a beautiful countryside convent. you were patted and blessed by many women, including a french nun and a moroccan singer. the fresh air and reflection was restorative on your mama's body. every time a song was sung in arabic you began to wriggle, perhaps you are inclined towards its sounds and nuances too. we're told you have your own patterns of sleep now, and it seems you like to be awake when I'm trying to sleep. feeling you moving around when I stir in the early hours of the morning feels like a secret language between us. its marvellous.
love your mama x