Spent most of the early hours asleep on the sofa in front of Oceans Eleven, having totally given up on attempting to get any rest in bed. Have stinking cold; throat full of razor blades and together with heartburn and having to get up to go to the loo about 6 times, I just felt ready to burst into tears.
Have dragged myself out of bed at last, but am definitely spending today in front of daytime TV with muchos Ribena and chocolate.
No sign of Houghton Junior wanting to make an appearance yet. Yesterday it was my turn to have the NCT ladiees round for tea, which was very nice, but it’s a strange split now that half have had their babies and are glowing with the joy of new motherhood and the other half are still huge and uncomfortable and can’t imagine that their babies will ever arrive.
I console myself with the fact that – worst case scenario – the baby is a maximum of 3 and a bit weeks away. And as De kindly pointed out last week, if it goes to the wire and turns up on 8 Jan, it’ll share a birthday with Elvis!
William's First Year 