It's now just 3.5 weeks until your due date, although we thought we were going to meet you a few weeks early, two days ago. I'd been having braxton hicks contractions all day, coupled with you being your most wrigglesome yet. I was feeling quite strange and wondered if maybe this was it. All I could think was don't come now, my bikini line needs waxing and I've not even packed my hospital bag yet. All the things we'd bought for you last month were still in wrappers and needed to be washed. I'd not even got round to buying any non biological powder. I'd been counting down the days until your arrival since 1st April and here I was being caught short. Needless to say, I raced home from work and spent the rest of the evening and all of Saturday morning washing, ironing and packing like a woman possessed.

You didn't come. The braxton hicks stopped but at least I have now packed my bag, your bag and Dan's bag. Oh and that beauty appointment is booked for tomorrow.