Hello again,
A lot has happened in the last couple of weeks. We had your detailed scan and I am pleased to report that all is well. You spent most of the appointment curled up on your belly - like a little frog the radiologist said! It was pretty incredible. I can't get over the miracle of two tiny cells becoming a fully formed human - with organs and bones and the beginnings, already, of a unique personality. You were being awfully coy about displaying your genitals, so we haven't been able to confirm if you'll be a Phoebe or Phoebo - though the odds are in favour of the former. I guess we'll have to wait and see!
Meanwhile, we've been having a bit of a stressful time. We moved out of our flat this last weekend and have moved in with your granny and grandpa (temporarily). We have managed to accumulate an awful lot of... stuff and packing it all up was exhausting and actually quite painful, given my bloated state. (The french word for pregnancy, incidentally, is 'la grossesse'. It is very fitting).
Besides the physical pain, it was also a real emotional wrench. That beautiful flat was my home for more than three years (the longest I've lived anywhere since leaving home!) and was your dad's and my first home as a couple. It has been a safe refuge for me through two arrests and a coup, and an oasis of calm and beauty through changing jobs and car accidents and all the other minor calamities of life. It's also where I fell in love with your dad as he brushed past me, helping me wash dishes in the teeny, tiny kitchen, and where we had our first kiss and spent our first night as a married couple. It was a happy home filled with dancing and cooking and pottering.
We are hopeful though that this is the first step in preparing ourselves for LATT (Life After The Trial) when your mother will (hopefully) be acquitted of her terrorist charges and will be able to retrieve her passport from the Rotten Court. Our landlords have been incredibly generous and have said we can use their cottage as a base while we wait. I will also be gainfully employed next year, thanks to an extended contract, and your dad has been given the freedom to continue his studies online until we can all leave together. I am overwhelmed with gratitude - for God's faithful provision; for our families and friends; for the kindness of strangers; for heavy rain and the glorious green of trees.
You continue to make your presence known with your dolphin imitation in my belly - but your father has yet to feel you move. He claims all he can feel are my digestive processes - which is a little revolting and I am certain is not true.
Signing off for now,
Mother
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