Bob the Dot is doing starfish impersonations while singing, 'Hell no, we won't go!'. I'm impatient, but I've never been known for depths of patience.
According to my dates, I'm actually due on Sunday. According to the Obst, I'm due on 1st April (yes,
littlewolfe's birthday). The only problem with the Obst's dates is I was in Ballarat at the time Bob would have been conceived. With only two other women. Oh quiet, you. My friends both agree that I was pregnant before I left for Ballarat, which puts my dates as correct.
Ah its no biggie, I just want this kid out. I can't wait to meet him/her. :) I also can't wait to see if this baby has red hair like
littlewolfe and I.
I've had some contractions, usually brought on by standing for too long. These contractions are lots and lots of fun, and remind me that the next time I feel all sensual, reproductive and Earth Mothery, I'm going to have a glass of water rather than try to conceive.
I've also experienced some low grade nesting. Yeah, I've cleaned a bit. This probably isn't too startling for most people, but people who know me know that I have a rather... casual relationship with tidiness. That is
usagi_ozbun's thing, Gods love him.
I'm already planning my PPP (post-partum party). Me, a wedge of every unpasturised cheese I can get my paws on, sushi, a bottle of Jamiesons,
usagi_ozbun,
mandidragon and the entire 3rd series of NCIS. When I'm able to have this party is entirely dependent upon my ability or otherwise to breastfeed this time around. I'm not hanging much hope on being able to do it, so if I can it will be a pleasant surprise. If I can't, I'll be too drunk to notice. *grin* Only kidding.
I'm off to, like, clean some more. And do the washing.