With racing thoughts along the lines of:
holycrapIamgoingtohaveababyinthreemonthsWeCan'tAffordItOurFlatIsTinyHowWillIJuggleWorkWhatIfI'mMadeRedundantWhatIfIDon'tLoveTheBabyStraightAwayHowWillICopeWithBreastfeedingWillINeverLoseTheWeightWhatPramShouldIBuyOhMyGodINeedToBuyACarAndLearnToDriveAndWillIEndUpIncontinentWithAGiantFanny.
I'm 27 weeks (DC1) so should have had quite enough time for this whole thing to SINK IN.
It's like delayed shock or something. 