Hooray, Lacks! Thank frel you aren't having to have your bairn in the car park! Pass the flapjack, you.
Names - we are using the name Rowena as a middle one after a friend who died and DH wants to commemorate her. However, Rowena herself HATED her name and would be gutted we were inflicting it on another generation.
I just had midwife appointment and she said if bedroom not ready when baby comes to tell DH he is sleeping on the couch while I co-sleep with the baby as my back will need the bed. That ought to do the trick. She also said we seem very well prepared and tidy (result!) but I'm not telling DH that as otherwise all work will stop as if he's on strike.
Our kitchen floor sort of sucks at your shoes like the carpet in a very old man sort of pub. Gag. I don't know why men won't clean floors - maybe they think it's beneath them?
Also, ladies, I am engaged! Well, actually, I'm married, but the baby's head is engaged. Ta-daaaaaaa! Doesn't mean that Saurus Jr is any closer to making an appearance, but hey, it's progress. Woo! And she says any mucus (ew...) is the show coming out in bits, so I won't get the pants moment but that's what all the BHs are up to.
I'd always imagined the show happening with a sort of "pop!" noise, so am sleeeeeghtly disappointed...
Plus, my lovely mw is doing my next appointment at home as the mw centre is two miles walk up a vertical cliff (comic exaggeration) seeing as I can't drive any more. And I hate the centre as it's full of 19 year old psychos who look at you like they're comsidering cooking eating you.
What a successful afternoon!
Can I have a martini now to celebrate?