Letters to my unborn child – 33 weeks

 

Well your mother has been remiss in keeping on top of these entries – not wholly out of keeping with her character it must be confessed. Since my last entry, FM has been released from prison – though not before she contracted Covid in that awful place. Mercifully she is recovering well and continues to speak up and out against injustice and oppression. Biden made it through inauguration so the world is officially rid of Trump’s leadership. Covid vaccines are being rolled out across the world- including right here in Zimbabwe where most healthcare workers have now received the first dose of a Chinese manufactured vaccine. Hopefully life will be able to return to some normality soon.

There are incredibly only 7 weeks of pregnancy left to go! I feel like surely my belly cannot get any bigger and yet I suppose it has to! Fortunately, apart from a spate of weird migraine auras, I’ve been feeling pretty good and have enjoyed this later stage of pregnancy.

Slowly we are getting ready for your arrival – nappies have been purchased, baby clothes unpacked. Next weekend we will have your baby shower where we will no doubt end up with more baby things than we will ever need. So many people love you and love your dad and I. We are blessed indeed.

Granny and Grandpa have also decided that our little rondavel needs a bit of extending. So your dad and I will be homeless for a few weeks – please don’t come early!

Today is your dad’s birthday – well sort of – it’s between today and tomorrow, our beloved leapling man. We’re celebrating in the Matobo hills. It is stunningly beautiful here among the rocks and trees. It has rained pretty much non stop since we arrived which is a bit of a shame but we’re making the most of it anyway. One day we’ll bring you here and show you this magnificent part of creation and debate its complex, messy history.

Stay warm and cosy in my belly!

Mother