22 days ...

Until I have a "Stretch and Sweep" which sounds absolutely delightful.

Never being able to give birth without assistance, for once, I just want the whole Hollywood/cinema labour where I am waddling around the supermarket or wake up during the night to bursting waters, followed by regular contractions. I want the excitement of calling the hospital to announce my immanent arrival, the chaos of finding childcare at stupid o'clock in the morning, the carrying of the hospital bags as I huff and puff and ouch and moan into the car.

I think I deserve it!

I am pinning too much hope on this procedure working, which deep down kind of know it won't. It's most likely going to be the case of a routine booking in to the induction suite at 41 weeks which is 34 days away!

I am trying as much as possible to get things moving along down below, with regular curries, masturbation/sex and even bouncing on the trampoline and I'm pretty convinced I have started dilating.

I just want my baby here now and I'm not prepared to make use of the remaining time by relaxing, sleeping or organising the house. I just want her here!