It's not like I've been twiddling my thumbs though. Promise. Over the last six or so months I have mostly been:
Moving from London to Devon
Buying a house
Baking a baby.
I haven't given turning 30 a second thought. So, I'm afraid I never made that list.
I'm now 34 weeks pregnant, so 6 weeks and counting to go. Not sure how the baby can get any bigger - it's running out of room rapidly and yep, I'm waddling. Just call me Jemima Puddleduck.
I don't know whether to scream in frustration at having to wait another 6-8 weeks to meet Bubba - (sorry for the cheesy name but as we don't know if Bubba's a boy or a girl, saying 'it' isn't very nurturing and 'she-he' just sounds like something dodgy on You Porn) - or, panic at how little time I have to do everything. Even just the pile of labour/birth and baby books by my bed is feeling insurmountable, let alone all the other things: painting the nursery, buying all the STUFF, unpacking the house, weeding the garden... Breathe. Even that word sends me into a spiral - when am I going to have time to practise breathing and relaxation for the birth??!
Well, now you're up to date. I will try my best to beat my current record and check back in within the next 6 months...
