we shall tell all

Just to reassure our readers, some of whom are my own flesh and blood, that despite our notorious unsociability on occasions ( we really do mean to return the messages you leave on the answer machine, honest) we shall let you know when something starts to happen with the Bairn.

He's not due until Sunday and Mr McMuffin and I think he might bide his time and decide to show himself the week after this. We have no idea why we feel this might be the case, although it might be wishful thinking on my part-he's so much easier to look after where he is right now, so I'm not in any desperate hurry to go through the ordeal of childbirth just to satisfy my curiosity, he'll come along when he's good and ready. I hope he's not too late though, as my midwife did say something about inducing after 12 days over the due date and I'd definitely have to deliver in hospital then.

At the moment we're both just trying to relax and wait things out. My version of relaxation has been frenetic cleaning, tidying and organising of all our rubbish, but that's fine as I've still got some energy and I continue to sleep better now than I have done for the last five months. Mr McMuffin has been a sweetheart and indulged me with umpteen shopping trips for all those last minute items that I'm sure the boy cannot survive without. Tomorrow we're going to see a film and carry on just enjoying being the two of us, for as long as that lasts.