Everytime our neighbours (meaning pretty much the whole street – bless them! – how did we get so lucky?) fail to see me for a day they get all excited and think we’ve had the baby. Given how easy I am to spot right now maybe that’s not much of a surprise.
My due date was basically this weekend (the 15th, adjusted from the 17th so make of that what you will), and for the last week or so there have been aches and cramps but nothing particularly painful, just noticeable. And nothing that is going anywhere.
And so we’re still waiting.
FB’s birthday has come and gone and no2 stayed inside (I’m pretty happy about that.) An event that my midwife really wanted to go to has come and gone and no2 stayed inside (She is pretty happy about that. 😉
But No2 – I’d like to meet you. I’d like your daddy to be a home with us all for a bit. I’d like not to lumber about the place.
I’d like to know that I actually can give birth without a ton of chemicals running the show. People keep telling me that it’s possible but I’m scared to get my hopes up (again.)
(All that said: I found a picture – which I will spare you – of me in hospital the day before FB was born. Damn but I look so tired! I’d rather be here that there.)