Nearly There

One day to D-Day, aka due-date, or rather an exact 13 hours and 25 minutes (let's honour the spirit of the scan machine), and no sign of an intended foetal exodus. Which is fine and entirely within familiy practice - punctuality is not one of the greater strengths of some members of baby's extended family, though mummy and particularly daddy aren't too bad. But baby didn't get its lovely full lips from mum and dad either, and where the nose is concerned I can always blame my maternal grandfather rather than taking the rap myself. Same source for the lips really (Jose! we're having my grandparents' baby!). But I'm not complaining. The weather is stunningly beautiful and I would not want to be locked up in hospital or at home just yet.
Any realistic picture of the last few days would show me either resting (on beds, sofas, inside, outside) or sleeping - I'm in fact so well rested I wake up in the middle of the night all wide awake and ready to get some action going. Which would be, judging from what I've done over the last days, erm, resting. But I'm happy to change that: Nocturnal breastfeeding, here I come! (I do wonder how long my surplus energy will last me - one night? Three if I'm lucky?)
Whatever. Point is, we're ready. Strawberry-picking never happened, but all the shopping is in (baby monitor and reusable cotton diapers off ebay should arrive in the mail any day now), the washing & ironing is done, I've even managed to put my winter clothes away (about time), and where cleaning and dusting is concerned, well, we're into the third round and I'm definately losing interest now. Jose can have his household jobs back now. He's also welcome to do the cleaning of the little bottom. No dusting of baby bottoms though.

Baby's own maternal grandma is arriving tomorrow (same nose, same lips). Nothing much left for me to do other than rubbing my tummy and telling it: Pumpun babes, we're ready, you may come out and prove that doctor wrong now!
One last thing to do though, before I forget: A bit of socialising. One friend for lunch in town, another for coffee. It is supposed to be the hottest day in the history of England. How could I stay home on a day like that!

I've said it before but let's just say it again:
One (1) day to due-date!

PS: Last night I dreamt I was having the baby. It was a beautiful big girl, the birth took five minutes and didn't hurt at all. There was no placenta at the other end of the umbilical cord, though, but another very small baby girl. Possibly not the most realstic of dreams.