Sunday, April 15
And Mini Meep is rapidly running out of space in there. She likes to nestle her feet right under my ribs when I'm sitting upright - a great excuse to spend the sunny weekend reading the paper on a reclining deckchair in the garden.
I'm doing lot of 'birth preperation'-type things, like drinking raspberry leaf tea (supposed to make your contractions more powerful - is that a good thing?), bouncing on a giant bouncy birthing ball (the pets are terrified of it) and listening to my natal hypnosis CD (put it on on Friday night about 9pm - woke up on the sofa at 12.30. It's obviously making me VERY relaxed).
I'm really excited about meeting her, but a bit scared too. Eeek.