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Weeks 18 to 20 (sweet potato to mango to cantaloupe)

Wow so little munchkin is getting more and more active. It's an amazing feeling to sense the little bumps and murmurs. He's particularly mobile after eating, hopefully he doesn't get the Sommer belly!

We found out the gender in a gender scan the other week. It was a bit more nerve-wracking than I thought. I guess a lot of men hope for a baby boy and mum's hope for girls although I'm sure there are differences. I really wanted a boy. Thinking about it, I want to be able to introduce him to the sports I loved playing when I was young. Maybe there's a part of me that is looking to live through my son vicariously.

I find myself lost in thought about all the things we can do together. The song Let it go from Frozen came on the other day and I realised I'd never seen it so I thought about how great it would be to watch that with my son for the first time. Other things, random everyday things will literally stop me in my tracks and move my thoughts onto how this or that might effect my son. What will I read to him? What music should we be listening to? How will these things affect him?

I'm still talking to little munchkin and imparting the rules of which team he has to support. There's no sideways movement on that one!

We're also in the naming phase trying to figure out which name we're most comfortable with but the beauty of our relationship and who we are as people is that we don't over think things. We're both quite impulsive and realise that, while we'll go into the birth with options for the name, there's every chance we'll take a look at the little guy and know instantly what his name is.

Anyway, I can feel the excitement building. It's not too far away that our lives will change amazingly and I can't wait!

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