Dear little G.,

You had already travelled across the world with mum when you were still the size of a pea. Even then, you were part of our days, and you might have felt our mix of excitement and love when we learned you were on the way.

Your journey through the trimesters was anything but simple. In the first one, we moved from the sadness of losing your granddad to the frightening moment when we thought we might lose you too. Those weeks were difficult, but you stayed with us.

The second trimester brought calmer, happier days — ones filled with planning for you, buying tiny things we couldn’t resist, and setting up the space where you’d eventually sleep and play. It felt like everything was moving in the right direction.

Then the third trimester arrived with its own challenges: the exhaustion, the worry of you sitting the wrong way up, and the constant wondering about when you’d decide to join us. But beneath all that was a steady excitement, growing stronger each day, knowing we would soon meet you.

What a journey it has been, little one.