Guangzhou Fuerle Health Technology Co., Ltd , https://www.fuerlegroup.com
32 Weeks
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Dear Little One,
We've reached week 32, and oh boy, it's been a whirlwind! Between juggling work, holiday preparations, family events, and last-minute travel plans, your mom has barely had a moment to catch her breath. But guess what? She's handling it like a pro—just like you're handling life inside that cozy little world of yours. This past week, we had another check-up with the midwife, and she gave us great news: you're perfectly positioned, ready to make your grand entrance whenever you're good and ready. Daddy was thrilled to hear he'll get to assist during delivery, though I think he's secretly nervous about how messy it might get. Honestly, I can't blame him—it sounds exhausting, doesn't it?
As for me, space is becoming increasingly limited in there, and I swear I feel every single roll, kick, and stretch you do. It's like you're constantly rearranging furniture, trying to find the perfect spot. And hey, I'm not judging—I'd probably feel the same way if I were stuck in such tight quarters. Oh, and here's something fun: I've started developing a linea nigra—a dark line running down my belly toward my navel. It's faint, but it makes me smile because it feels so... official. Like a badge of honor or something. I know it's just hormones at play, but still, it gives me this weird sense of pride knowing you're growing stronger every day.
I'm really looking forward to our final ultrasound before you arrive. Remember last time when the tech tried to snap pictures of you, and you wouldn't cooperate? Well, let's hope you're feeling more cooperative this time around—or maybe we'll just enjoy watching you squirm onscreen. Either way, I can't wait to see those tiny fingers and toes wiggling away.
Only a handful of weeks left now, sweet pea. Hold tight, and don't forget to pack lightly—you'll need room to grow once you're out here with us. Love you already!