hello everyone!
I haven't properly caught up but I should tell you humpty that I am not even nearly finished my hospital bag. I have however finally made DH get the baby's nacelle out of the storage room and i have washed it and worked out how to fix it onto the buggy base. As our flat is tiny (think 30sq m tiny) this is going to be baby's bed until he gets too wriggly. So I think I still get points. I am also blaming asda for sending me everything except the navy ligt dressing gown I really needed. Baby stuff ready, mine emphaticaly not. Like tarka, I think I'm holding out hope of being given a hospital gown and not having to take yucky clothing home from hospital.
In celebration of my sort of achievement we are going to disneyland tomorrow! Unless, of course, DH returns to his usual dickwad status Having bought annual passes, DH is too busy to use them, but I cried yesterday and told him I thought I might not make it til the end of dec without giving birth and he relented. I figured I have been nice enough these past few months with him coming home at 11pm every night and not going out as a family, so it was time to be selfish. Final word from his highness is this afternoon but I'm going whatever. Have not told DD but as she lives in princess dresses and has been asking for sleeping beauty since she saw the pdf of the e tickets I think she will be v v excited.
The point of all this rambling is, DD will miss a day of school. I am feeling terribly British and guilty about this and I know DD will tell everyone all about it the next day. She is a wonderful fantasist, so they may not believe her (if they understand english anyway) but still, it's not really the done thing, is it? In our defence, she is 3, and it is petite section at maternelle, so much more like nursery, and we are not going to be here much longer, not to mention that DD will get far less attention once the baby comes. Egyptian DH thinks I am such a square. Opinions please. 
Lots of sympathy nature and frying. Colds are horrible and I honestly woukd have flipped if DD wasn't at school. Come sunday night I am walking around in a daze just clinging to the fact she will be at school the next day so I can breathe!