Dear Pooh Bear,

Welcome to 25 weeks! At this point they say your about 13″ long! I look at my belly and try to picture you being that big and I am amazed. I guess that’s why I get kicks and bumps all over my belly these days. I never know where you are going to decide to say hello. Sometimes I play a little game with you in which I wiggle my fingers on my belly, and sometimes you kick back where my fingers were. Your daddy thinks I’m scaring you, but I think we are just playing our own little game. It’s quite possible you don’t even know you are playing, but I still find it to be fun.

Normally, you are very shy and won’t even let your daddy feel you, but the other night not only did your daddy get to feel you, but so did 2 of our friends! You gave them a nice big fist pump to say hello. I think you just wanted to be a part of the conversation. Anyway, it was nice of you to say hi, because who doesn’t like a little kick from a baby in the belly?

We ordered your nursery bedding dear little one! Your mommy and daddy aren’t big on themes, so your room will be a nice blue, brown and beige. I am excited to see how it all turns out! I am having a blast registering for things for you. I have no idea what you will like, or want to use, but I guess that’s all part of the deal. It’s all trial and error when it comes to babies.

Everyone keeps asking me how I am feeling, and I am happy to report that I still am feeling good. I am starting to feel a bit uncomfortable from time to time, but I have a feeling it’s only going to get a lot worse. But so far so good! Pregnancy has treated me well thus far, and I just hope that it continues to do so.

We are doing our best to get your big sister Tinkerbell ready for your arrival. You have to understand that for 6 years she’s been the only child. I just hope that someday you two can be best friends because she is an amazing dog. Last week I put her through a bit of a baby boot camp and had your Aunt S bring over your future friend L so that she could get used to a baby being around the house. So far the verdict is that she ignored the baby. I doubt that will be the case when you come home. As a matter of fact I think she’s in for a rude awakening!

Pooh Bear: 25 Weeks!

Head to heels, your baby now measures about 13 1/2 inches. Her weight — a pound and a half — isn’t much more than an average rutabaga, but she’s beginning to exchange her long, lean look for some baby fat. As she does, her wrinkled skin will begin to smooth out and she’ll start to look more and more like a newborn. She’s also growing more hair — and if you could see it, you’d now be able to discern its color and texture.

Your baby’s not the only one with more hair — your locks may look more full and lustrous than ever. It’s not that you’re growing more hair, but thanks to hormonal changes, the hair that you’d normally shed is sticking around longer than usual. Enjoy the fullness while you can — the extra hair will fall out after you give birth.

You may also notice that you can’t move around as gracefully as before. Unless your caregiver has advised you otherwise, it’s fine to continue to exercise, but follow a few safety rules: Don’t work out when you’re feeling overly tired and stop if you feel any pain, dizziness, or shortness of breath. Don’t lie flat on your back and avoid contact sports as well as any exercise where you’re apt to lose your balance. Be sure to drink plenty of water, and make time for both warm-up and cool-down periods.

When you have your glucose-screening test at 24 to 28 weeks, a second tube of blood may be taken at the same time to check for anemia. If blood tests show that you have iron-deficiency anemia (the most common type of anemia), your caregiver will probably recommend that you take an iron supplement.

It’s true that I am certainly not as graceful. This past weekend I went in the pool and felt so light! When I got out I realized how much heavier I felt. It was rough. They say at this point we can know your hair color! I can’t wait to find out! There are a lot of options when it comes to these genes!

Love,

Mommy