The boy is going to be five on Thursday. Five! He’s massive. He’s been a proper boy for what seems like forever, where did my baby go?
This time 5 years ago I was very pregnant, and tired, and getting up four times a night to wee. M asked me every single time I rolled out of bed “Are you ok?” I nearly went mad. YES I AM OK! JUST WEEING!
I still miss my bump. RJ was so wriggly – I was feeling kicks from about 16 weeks, which is testament to his never ending motion. He’ll never be getting a cabin bed because he would pitch out of it in his sleep – he’s that wriggly. In fact that was his bump name, wriggly, for his antics on his scans. He even punched the sonography-thingy when I had to have a scan around 30 weeks.
Here’s a throw back, even though it’s Monday. I miss you, Wriggly!