Today I'm 39 weeks pregnant, and for some reason I really thought that little herbert will have made an appearance by now. As everyone who has been around me knows, I'm really really fed up of being pregnant.
We're both convinced he's coming out at any moment, so today I've made sure I've done some important things like submitting the tax returns, and David decided to clean out some of the cupboards and the fridge (thankyou David!).
Every day seems to be just about waiting, and every night when the braxton hicks get worse, we get excited - only for it to be nothing (However they're happening more and more in the day too). One of these days I know it will be the real thing, but if I weren't an atheist I'd seriously be praying for this little one not to be late.
David thinks its amusing that my appointment to arrange an induction (if I get that far) is on 31 Jan, so I could actually make it to February. Oh I hope not. I really really hope not!
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Call me stupid but...
I thought just a few days ago you were making the effort not to call the bump Herbert? I'm more convinced than ever that the kid, be it male or female, will get landed with the name Herbert...
If David gets bored I have a so called spare room that's full of junk that needs sorting out. I wouldn't know a tax return if it got up and bit me though (the joys of not being self employed I guess!), but I think a little bit of boredom is creeping in here?
still no sign of arrival
still no sign of arrival then?
nope :-/
Lazy baby! :-/
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