This last week has been a bit of a struggle. The bum steer "you'll definitely deliver early" from my doctor was clearly a royal bum steer and resulted in a very frustrating week of symptom watching which alas, has lead to sweet FA in that department, obviously.
I've never been much good at waiting for things. I find it a tortuous process. Which is surprising really considering I've had SO much practice waiting for my eternally late, but oh so wonderful (ahem), husband who FYI takes the longest showers in the world. Does yours do that? God it annoys me. I thought us women were supposed to take longer to get ready. Not in this household. No siree. I think it's something about men and bathrooms. Toilets, even. Something primal. Like they need to make their mark. Where the 'action' happens. Whatevs. Just hurry up!
I digress. My point being, there's not much to do in this last little bit of pregnancy, but wait, which is tough and exciting all at the same time.
All I want to do is meet my little baby and the anticipation is killing me! Bags are packed. Pram, car seat, hardware is prepped. Nursery is good to go (I'll show you shortly). Phil is answering every phone call on the first ring (you don't know how rare that is). We're just well and truly ready.
I'm still to buy the grandma black undies that my friend very wisely suggested I buy in bulk. That's on my to-do list for today.
And FYI the clacksickles have been a hilarious topic of conversation for my girlfriends and I here over the weekend. If you don't know what I mean, have a read here. Fun-ny.
But now, all there is to do, 4 days before my official due date....