Arfy m'dear. Sorry I didn't see this yesterday 'twas my birthday you know!
How the devil are you faring? You must be what 32ish weeks by now? How is it all going? I often wonder how you are (in a totally non-stalkerish, non-threatening way).
I'm 21wks, my bump has recently been awarded epic status by English Heritage and it's a constant battle to prevent intrepid climbers from scaling it. DH has taken to affectionately referring to me as 'biffa'. If I could lever myself up off the sofa I'd do him some serious damage. I dread to think what I'll look like in 10wks. I'm quite enjoying being pregnant, seats on public transport and all that, but if I could find some way of doing it without all of the hormonal episodes, odd aches and pains and inevitable paranoia I'd enjoy it a lot more.
In all seriousness, pregnancy is going very well. Have the big scan on Wednesday- can't really get excited about the gender as I'm just petrified and more interested to find out that everything is alright. Somehow my MIL has invited herself along to the scan which will be...er...interesting.
Had a strange New Year/Birthday sort of realisation yesterday- I actually have to give birth to this baby. I know that sounds absolutely ridiculous but while I've accepted that I am pregnant and will be a mother, I hadn't quite recognised the enormity of the fact that whether I am ready to or not or whether I want to I will have to physically endeavour to produce this baby. Does that make sense? (Are you backing away in a 'er didn't she pay attention in sex education' way?!)
Anyway, I'm rambling and I must rush off I'm scheduled for a hormonal episode in 10 minutes and I need to hang the washing out first.
Happy New Year to you MrsJC!