Dear Baby Boy,
Your mummy, big sister and I are anxiously and somewhat impatiently waiting to meet you. Your big sister will spontaneously give mummy’s belly a hug and tell you “I love you, baby”. And you seem to be trying to kick your way out of your mummy’s belly, so I guess you are excited to meet us too.
You are going to grow up in such in a different world that I did.
When I was a little boy, my daddy called me son. He was very proud of his boys, your uncle Joey and me. He took us to play baseball in the summer, soccer in the fall, and basketball in the winter. And the Super Bowl was as good as any holiday. Fajitas, tamales guacamole were home-cooking. We drove all day and all night to get to the beach. We had squirrels and blue jays and just before sundown, you would hear the whippoorwill sing.
I already call you mate. You might play cricket in the summer and Aussie Rules in the fall. And we will look forward to the Grand Final and beating the Poms in the Ashes. We’ll occasionally cook up a juicy kangaroo steak dry-rubbed with bush spices (much to your mother’s dismay!), and we will never be more than an hour from some of the best beaches in the world. Noisy lorikeets will wake us up every morning, and even in the city, you will hear the cackle of the kookaburra.
But, one thing has not changed: I am so proud of you.
Milestones: 28 weeks, the third trimester
Name: We are still not set on a name and for now lovingly refer to you as “baby boy”. Somehow nothing we have come up with so far really seems to stick. I guess we will have just have to wait to meet you and see what fits best.
Cravings: Pop corn, nectarines, salted chocolate ice-cream
Highlights: Tiny kicks, folding tiny newborn clothes
Lowlights: Braxton Hicks contractions