We’re now going to NCT classes. We’re learning how to breathe and we’re learning how to recognise when labour is actually starting. See, thing is, I thought I had it all figured before going to this class. Seems though, there’s a lot more to it than I thought. There are all these different stages and you go through most of them before you even get to the hospital. I was getting a bit confused in the class with lots of numbers being bandied around, for example, when contractions get less than 20 mins then that means you’re in labour, when they get less than that then it means something else and well it got to the point that we’d been in there for 2.5 hours and I was starving and tired and frankly a little bit bored so I just switched off. That’s right, I stopped listening. So now I’ve forgotten all about what is probably the most important thing about pregnancy and I’m just hoping that Danny, my ‘birth partner’, was paying attention.

Just 6 weeks and 3 days to go until you are due. We are so excited.

5 more weeks left at work and this morning I just didn't want to leave the flat. I felt like curling up into a ball and going back to sleep. Dan forced me to get up and pull myself together, which I did, but now at work, after eating lunch, I feel so tired. I can barely keep my eyes open. I feel physically exhausted. Like my whole being has been engulfed by this weariness. I'm sure it's just how I feel today and that after a good night's sleep tonight I'll feel just fine tomorrow. But boy does this feel tough.

There's just 8.5 weeks left now and we have finally got our act together. We have an entire little mezzanine that is dedicated to you. There's even a framed photo of you at your sweetest, sucking your thumb at 20 weeks. Most babies get a nursery but you get a loft conversion. Oh and a Che Guevara baby gro since that's what your Dad came back with on Sunday after a day's shopping in the Eastend markets.

Our excitement is quite overwhelming and we regularly get quite giddy, hugging each other and wearing silly grins on our faces. I have taken to doing weird things too. Like getting up in the middle of the night to come up to your room and look at all your things. I look in the drawers at the neatly folder clothes, bury my head in your soft blankie, breathe in the smells of all the baby products, the talcum powder, the baby lotion. It's pure heaven. I get up, I go to work, I speak to my clients but all the time my thoughts are with you. It's like falling in love all over again. I can't concentrate on anything else.