Can I just say how much I LOVE the I’m-growing-a-baby app? Each week it tells me how big she is in comparison to a fruit. At first she was an apple seed, then a coffee bean, a blueberry, a raspberry and now a strawberry.
Can you believe that? My baby is the size of a strawberry.
At ten weeks she also has fully developed organs, working arm and leg joints and is even starting to kick in there. Oh, and her favorite color is purple. Kidding.
Each Thursday morning feels like Christmas as I wake up, desperate to know the update. Then I have to SHARE the good news and so I text it to Axe Man and to my family in the UK. Nobody else seems as excited as me but fuckit.
MY BABY IS THE SIZE OF A STRAWBERRY.
Also, before you ask, no I don’t know it’s a girl but it feels like a girl, so she’s a girl until she/he proves otherwise. Which for Axe Man might be very soon (he can’t wait) and for me will be when she slides on out of me (because I feel like it would be the best surprise in the world and I don’t want to ruin it). This is the first of what I’m sure will be many differences in opinion about our baby but we compromised and nobody died in the altercation, so well done us. Parenting win number one.