I'm still with bump. But strangely, I feel better than I have in a few weeks. My water retention has gone down even if still there, my appetite has returned, I'm even able to be reasonably active. Apart from walking that is, although with the help of my friend's pram, I managed a decent walk yesterday. I could be tempted to escort an empty pram to get another walk in, because for some reason beyond my understanding, putting a trolley or pram in front of me makes the back and pelvic pain bearable and my usual 5 minute limit to walking is extended 10 fold.

I'm still jealous of all the joggers mind you.

Hilariously, my dad is pestered with constant phone calls why he still hasn't given any news.  This is from people who are all quite old and have all had babies, or even grandchildren. Somehow, they seem to think that my due date was THE DAY my baby would be born. They really are confused that I haven't dropped yet. And I'm writing this post mainly to keep friends updated so they don't feel they don't have to ring/text me daily. I do like getting phone calls and all that, but texting is definitely out, I hate it at the best of times, and if the phone calls become constant, I simply won't answer them. Which again leads people to think something has happened. And more text messages. You can't win.

But it's not all baby today. The free time before baby will dominate my day gives me plenty of time for all those things I don't usually get time for. A nursery place is almost sorted, I've been repotting plants, and listened to beautiful music, albeit in competition with our downstairs neighbour who loves to put up the volume of not so beautiful music. Ah well, live and let live.

I've got books, relaxation tapes and music prepared for the dreaded sweep tomorrow morning, and a threat of a 3-4 hour hospital appointment which I have to face on my own. I'm curious to know what tomorrow will bring. I still feel as if cubling is neither engaged nor ready to come out, which is fascinating as I keep thinking something is bound to happen.  No Braxton Hicks, no new pains, all I've had so far that may indicate a change is three tiny contractions (I think that's what they were) in the morning, and finally, I need to visit the loo more often and have the slightest tendency to insomnia in the middle of the night. The only real change is that I now have a much stronger sense of a baby kicking about in my tummy. Very suddenly, cubling has become real, and I'm overprotective and have to control myself not to collapse in a heap of worry.