Well it’s 7.11am and I’d almost convinced myself that I’d be going into labour last night but again to no avail.

Had strange crampy feelings and lots of lower back pain, which could in theory be the start of something but maybe baby just isn’t ready to meet the outside world just yet.

My hopes of a delivery whilst Dave is off work diminish as every day goes by but we still have a week left I suppose. Fingers remain tightly crossed.

My ability and inclination to do anything is slowly reducing too and the fed up feeling is beginning to dominant my days. Cheeky I know as still 10 days away from my due date, but so many people have their baby’s early- I was kind of hoping?? It is after all only an estimated date of delivery and surely they can’t be that accurate every time.

I’ll have a week to go Monday so hope that I’ll go quiet on here for a while sometime soon and that’ll be because we’ve had the baby. Mum cheered me up the other day by saying if it’s a boy they tend to be a lot more comfortable in utero so now I think if I go overdue it’ll be cos it’s a boy. I’m a sucker for myths, legends and old wives tails.

Anyway, I’m gonna get up and have breakfast and hope that today might just be the day. This is worse than a child waiting for Christmas Day- although you always know how long u gotta wait till Christmas Day. The God given gift of pregnancy unfortunately doesn’t lend the same courtesy.

Speak soon (or not if I’m lucky enough to pop before I get around to blogging next)

Bye bye for now x