Baby’s weight – just over 1kg; close to a Chinese cabbage!
Length – 37.6cm, head to heel
“The next time we see you, you are going to be a mum – can you believe it?!!”
These were the words that followed me round the south of England as I visited family and friends for the last time.
And no, for the record, I can’t quite believe it.
My only trip back to the UK since finding out I was expecting meant that for many it was the first – and conversely the last – opportunity to see ‘the bump’.
I have never felt more pregnant than I did in those eight days.
The excitement over the baby and my ‘blossoming’ tummy was amazing; it’s something that I have really missed out on living away in Madrid. I was treated like a queen.
There was my first spa experience, a treat from best friend Lisa, which included a full body massage. It was a wonderful day, not least because we got to spend at least six hours in dressing gowns.
She and lovely boyfriend Tim even insisted on giving up their double bed for me, sleeping on airbeds during my three day stop-over. Oh, and she painted my toe-nails for me – now that’s a friend.
My godmother set up a sun lounger in her sitting room to help with my back pain – really bad this week – and once in said sun lounger I was not allowed to move as she brought me platters of strawberries and raspberries.
In fact everywhere I went, from my stepmother’s house and my inlaws, to the home Chris’ brother Alex shares with his gorgeous girlfriend Sabrina, I was made to feel so special, and very, very loved.
This affected me in a number of ways. I blame the hormones, but I welled up when Chris and I boarded our plane back to Spain. I miss my family and friends in the UK, and it has not been easy for Chris and I having a baby in a foreign country.
But this is our home now, and we equally feel excited and lucky to have the opportunity to welcome our son in Madrid.
It has also made me far more aware of how imminent parenthood is. Just 12 weeks. When I think of how quickly each Monday morning seems to come round that is absolutely terrifying, and there is still so much to do…
If everything goes to plan, Chris and I are hoping that we will be able to make it back to England sometime over Christmas.
And that will be the next time that I will see 90 per cent of our loved ones… with our baby in tow!
That doesn’t include Lisa of course, whose parting words to me were: “The next time we see each other, you’ll be going into labour.”
Well. If that’s not enough to make a girl cry…