Today I am 38 weeks pregnant.
Tomorrow we will meet our new son or daughter.
It all feels a bit strange!
I’ve been here before, having a planned c-section – knowing the exact date and the rough time I will become a Mummy again…
But it still feels strange.
This time tomorrow I’ll be in hospital hooked up to a sliding scale drip to control my blood sugars before the operation.
My bags are packed, I’ve just bought some magazines (believe it or not, it is VERY boring waiting) and with just a few last jobs to do around the house I’m almost ready!
I’ve even bought food and drink supplies to take with us for the hubbie – at least he will be allowed to eat and drink!!!
But I am mostly waiting…thinking and waiting…
Knowing that tomorrow I will be cuddling my baby – this little wriggler that has kept me busy for nearly 9 months – this awkward little wriggler that is still in the wrong position!
Let’s hope this isn’t a sign of things to come…