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Dear nobody

You're not making this easy for me are you? You're reacting more now and that makes you seem realer. Every day you become more of a person and less of an idea. I'd rather you didn't but apparently there's no turning back now.

It's incredible how like a person you are despite the fact you live inside of me. Loud noises make you startle, which was amusing the first few times. Unfortunately working in a hospital, you startle often; though maybe that is because I startle too. The sound of an emergency bell causes me to jump and so you do to. We are so connected you and I.

But oh how that scares me, this connection between the two of us. Little baby boy for the past 26 weeks you have been living within me, growing and developing. Your little eyelids are opening now. Up until this point they've been fused tightly shut but now you can look around your little home. You can blink now and if we shine a light in to my abdomen sometimes we can make you turn towards it. It's one of Jonny's favourite games.

He's getting terrible is Jonny. I think he's getting more attached to you than he's letting on. He touches the rounded mound of my abdomen trying to get you to kick or hit him. He likes trying to make you react to his presence. You arouse his curiousity; the little being growing inside me.

I don't think he realises though how that makes it more difficult to me. The fact that he tries to play games with you; the unborn. You have become a part of our lives and our friendship but soon you will not be there. I know he will miss you; though not as much as I will.

I wonder sometimes if you'll miss me. In the darkness, late at night, as you squiggle around inside me not yet ready for sleep. In those moments, I wonder how I'll feel when I can no longer feel your movements, the little signs that let me know that you are alright. But for you, things will be different. You will have arms to hold you when you cry, a soft voice to sing you lullabys, to comfort and soothe you. I suppose you will have no need to miss me because you'll have your mum.

We're coming to the end of our time together little nobody. Next week we come in to the third trimester. The home straight.

We're nearly there.

Mo