Week 31

A couple of weeks ago, on an ante-natal visit, a doctor told Ibolya that he was concerned about little bubba's growth; that she was below the where she should be on the growth graph and that, potentially, she might have stopped growing and have to be delivered early. He booked us in for another scan two weeks later so he'd be able to measure the growth in between the two dates. We've been holding our breathes for two weeks but rejoicing in every little, reassuring, movement bubba's been making in Ibolya's tummy.
We had the scan on Monday afternoon and to our over-whelming relief, bubba's size is bang on where it should be and the original measurements were probably a bit shoddy.
It was also really great to hear that she's turned, is now head down and the right way down to start her journey into the big wide world, in about 8 weeks time.
I read somewhere this week that from Week 31, babies start to dream. It's an amazing thought that this little life, in it's dark cramped world, already has an active consciousness.