Our baby (dc1) is due 3 weeks on Friday. I'm drinking raspberry leaf tea, getting braxton hicks, have a nursery full of pram/cot/bedding and a half-packed hospital bag. Even have two dates with other mums-to-be lined up. BUT it somehow doesn't feel real! Don't know if it is some sort of denial about childbirth/new motherhood or fear of sth going wrong so not wanting to get my hopes up, or just cos pregnancy is so long that I still feel it'll never end. Am I weird or does anyone feel the same? I just think I'll feel big and nauseous and tired forever, but that nothing will actually happen.