The title says it all. I'm 36+2 weeks with my first baby, and despite my ever growing bump and all the pregnancy symptoms it's only now, this morning, that I've thought "crap this baby is actually coming. And really soon". (Queue panic mode)... Suddenly terrified of labour, and the reality of will I be a good mum etc. Practically we're all sorted, nursery's done, clothes washed, bag packed etc, but bizzarely I feel on tenterhooks. Please someone reassure me. I know there's no going back now. Ahh I need a hug!!!