Only one day to go...

I started with this post just before Easter, when I was still taking in the fact of knowing up front the day my little one will arrive. I still find this very strange to comprehend. But why should I be as even though when you're waiting for labour to happen naturally you still seem to expect babies to arrive on their due dates...which they very rarely do. Very strange indeed. I know it shouldn't be as elective c-sections these days are very very common. At least now I'm getting used to the fact I'm in for an Op in the morning, as up until now I've been pretty scared.

I have to say that the last couple of weeks have been quite emotional. I had forgotten what it was like. But then every pregnancy is different. When I was carrying Oliver, I was out and about so much more. I even went into London to watch tennis at Wimbledon only a week before my due date...whereas this time round I can't even manage a walk to my local shops. Last time I cried a lot once I went past my due date...this time the crying started at 38 weeks.

But then I guess every pregnancy has to be different, because every child is different. And now I only have a few more hours to wait. And whilst I'm preparing for what lies ahead...I am so looking forward to no more indigestion, and being able to sleep on my back again. Not to mention a little baby sister for Oliver, the thought of which brings a little tear to my eye.

I will hopefully be on line again soon, and hopefully with a picture too.