It’s funny, but over the past couple of weeks I feel like I’ve grown hugely. I have this awful habit of dropping everything on the floor too, I’m sure it’s the body’s way of making you bend over to pick things up and maybe kick-start labour. So far it’s not working, just driving me potty.
Had a lovely meeting with the NCT ladiees, all glowing and happy with their offspring, and Helen, Lisa and I still the weebles of the group. At least I can safely say that at our next meeting we’ll all finally be in the same boat (unless I’m really unlucky and get to 42 weeks).
Talking to them is very reassuring, and they have all had amazingly quick and relatively painless labours. On the minus side, by the law of averages, this makes me worry I’ll be the one to go for 48 hours in excrutiating pain. Although having said that at this stage I feel past caring as long as I’m no longer pregnant by the end of it.
We’re all set for Christmas, although at this rate it’s going to be pretty uneventful – not to mention dry. Lots to do this week to keep my mind occupied – supper with Lowly, drinks with Janie and Ian, Tim and Anne’s Christmas party and then before you know it Christmas Day will be here. The question now is….will our baby?
William's First Year 