Vbab, Costa Coffee at 10? I will have to run it past DH who will grumble about the earliness (!) but I will explain to him that he doesn't need to get up properly and can go back to bed or have a bacon buttie or whatever once he's got shot of me.
Lacks, hon, we WILL meet another time without the risk of me exploding with jealousy over an ACTUAL BABY that someone has really managed to give birth to! Unfair, though - I can't drive because I am too stupid with pg hormones and SPD is making it too painful, and you can't cos you might wilt at the wheel and cause a news item. The train would be an option if little Fin was a tiny bit older and you a little less liable to an attack of the vapours, but the thought of conking out just outside Picadilly in charge of a week old baby... Not worth it, babes.
Are we northerners still on for meeting up in the 2nd week in December? I hope so as I can't wait for you all to marvel over just how big my bump will be by then.
Anyway, I have decided that denial is the new black and that I am not pregnant, just massively obese and carrying all my extra weight round the front. Therefore after meeting up on Saturday I will be going for a run and possibly retiling the roof, before going out clubbing with Yorky...
DH is either going to be very offended or PHSL because after he spent three hours this evening getting the bed into the bedroom and putting my lovely new chair together I am sat downstairs on the computer because I cannot sleep. I was woken by strong, painful boring contractions about 2 hours ago and can't get back to sleep...
The saddest thing is that I am now eating one of the apples that I put in the birth baga about this time last week when the first lot of contractions were getting really bad. Oh well. At least I have learned this week that I will be able to catch up on my sleep later in the day and it's all good practice for when Baby Saurus needs feeding every 2 hours! And I'm getting my 5 a day.
I wonder if anyone we know is having their baby right now?