I'm a hormonal time bomb. All my worries about 7 weeks of work left before day one of maternity leave have evapourated - work is great, energises, is fun and all that. Lunch breaks are for preparing that hospital bag bit by bit, and evenings turn out the nesting behaviour. It's fun yet odd, strong feelings about everything and an inability to keep my mind off whatever it is on at the moment.

So, for the weekend, there is the urge to rearrange the flat and make space for baby.
Today, I've bought the first pack of nappies.
Saturday I will have a look at prams.
At tea break, I browse pregnancy forums.
I've even taken to splashing in swimming pools, in the absence of yoga classes with spaces in them, inability to cycle or run and an increasing sore back when walking long distances.

In between though, I'm very happy to be at work and organise exciting stuff that has sweet nothing to do with bumps. Quite a nice combination really. I'll miss work when I'm on maternity leave.