It's official. We've gone over the due date. That was yesterday making me now 40 + 1. The phone hasn't stopped ringing all weekend and I'm ashamed to say that I've not been taking any calls. It's a bit cowardly but I just couldn't quite face saying to people no, nothing to report, nothing really going on. See here's the thing. At the beginning of last week things looked like they were gearing up. For about 4 days I kept getting contractions, back ache and cramping. But now, it's all stopped. There's not been that much activity since Thursday. So what the hell does that mean?

We've been trying everything. Sex, curries, reflexology. Even pineapple. We talk to the bump constantly coaxing it, reassuring it with loving words. Please come out now. We love you so much. We promise to look after you to give you a home just as comfortable and warm as the one you're in now. Come out now and everything will be perfect. Please come out because we love you. We looooooove you.

Nothing. Not even a reasuring contraction to say, okay folks, on my way. So just how long do we have to wait? If I have another week at home on my own I think I could very possibly lose it.

I opened the first window on my advent calendar today. Everyone around us is counting down the days until Christmas but we are simply counting down the days until we meet you. That's supposed to be in just two days. I'm not sure how I'll keep upbeat and keep myself busy if we go past that day.