So I woke up this morning and everything had changed. OK it hadn't really but it felt like it should have changed. This morning I awoke to find myself 35 weeks and 3 days pregnant. Those 3 days are very important; cast your minds back to 3.5 years ago and you may remember our twins, Edward and Harriet who inspired this blog, arrived a little unexpectedly at 35 weeks and 2 days. So today, I am entering uncharted territory. This is the longest I have ever been pregnant. Go me!
Hubby is getting increasingly anxious I think, as am I truth be told, as it really could be 'any day now' but my midwife reckons I will go full term and although bump is very low and heavy I am inclined to agree with her. I dont feel like its any day now. With E&H there were a few little signs (only spotted in hindsight of course) which I havent yet noticed therefore I will keep fingers (and legs) crossed until we reach november and then Sproglet is free to make his or her appearance whenever they are ready. We have given Sproglet the option of 3 eviction dates but whether they will oblige I couldnt say (I think its highly doubtful, but worth a try).
In the meantime we are pottering on as ever; E&H are in their second year at nursery and are thriving, hubby has recently started a new job and as a result of this employment we are looking forward to moving house and starting a new life in the new year. Just occasionally it feels as though life really is like waiting for bus; you spend years waiting for the opportunities and good times to show up, and when they do they all come at once!