Wow! Check out the countdown clock for the on slot of mayhem. Two days! Holy sh*t. How did it come round so fast? It feels like only weeks ago that I nearly fainted when the blue cross appeared on the life-changing stick. I really expected to be in for the long haul. Everyone duly informed me (as part of the multitude of "advice") that the last few weeks really drag. Really I think the whole experience has flown in with limited drama.
I think I've still got a wee bit to go though. I've had a few twinges, a bit of backache and LOTS of Braxton Hicks, but nothing to write home about. Sonic was convinced he/she was coming yesterday, but I'm still sitting here like a beached whale.
I'm trying to keep as active as possible, although it's a bit of a struggle to stay motivated. I've been walking a few miles each day, even in the pouring rain. Anything to keep me away from daytime TV. I'm convinced it's a continuation of chat shows, house renovations programmes and repeats, broken-up with commercials for debt consolidation and fad diets. Riveting stuff.
I've got a confession to make. I parked in the Mother and baby space at Tesco - without a baby! I've got no excuse. It was pouring of rain and my ribs and back were aching. There were loads of spaces, so I just nipped in. My Sis (who works in said Tesco) said they're for expecting Mothers too, but I felt really guilty. I practically crawled from the car with shame. I know I'm nearly in the category, but nearly's not enough. Especially considering I make such of drama out of people parking in disabled spaces. It makes me soooo angry.
So please make the baby come soon. Although I'm still quite content being preggers, I'm getting a little bored. Plus, the longer it goes on the more stretched my skin is getting. JK - I've told Sonic that if I get stretch marks I'm blaming you :-) You and your spookily accurate predictions.