I’m still here, I’m fat and I’m due tomorrow. Last night I dreamt I gave birth to a 15lb 10oz baby. I’m scared.
For the last two weeks I’ve been having mild contractions on and off. I feel like I’m never going to have this baby. I’m so huge that all the clothes I wore in my last pregnancy don’t fit at all so I had to go out and buy suitable Christmas season attire which I will probably only wear once.
However we have managed to get through Christmas without the baby arriving early and we also managed to have a great family Christmas with all the extended family here and without me having to do too much work. I even got to have a nap on Christmas afternoon while everyone else prepared the meal. Now I just need to make sure the baby doesn’t arrive on New Year’s Eve or New Year’s Day: these are not great days for a kid to celebrate a birthday – everyone is either wanting to be somewhere else or nursing a hangover.
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