Reprieve

Lord... I'm so tired, I can barely type.  I got up at 4am and decided not to bother going back to bed, but now I'm being lulled by rain outside my window and slumber could be imminent. 
   

Just got back from midwife in time to beat the rain...  it was Babs Woodhouse again, on her usual brisk, hippy-hating form.  Last time I saw her she glared at me and said something like "You seem like a rational, sensible sort of person. You haven't got a ludicrous new-age birth plan have you?"  Today she decided that I was probably enough of a good egg not to be grilled further, reserving her crossness for the "child abusing" Canadian couple who are refusing to reveal the sex of their child.  :-)

      

Anyway - a cursory belly prod has indicated that Rup is not looking like a punctual sort of boy and could easily be another week off yet.   Just have to wait and see...
 
In the meantime I've been booked in for a couple of treatments next week to try and get him moving.   

This means that I'm now song-virused with the following (to the tune of Craig David): 

Went in for a sweep on Monday
Reflexology on Wednesday
I'll be giving birth by Thursday, Friday or Saturday
Chilling on Sunday...

(I'll get my coat)


In news of more timely deliveries, I got an unexpected parcel from the postie earlier today - a box of choc-coated cinder toffee (aka home made crunchies) by sushidog.   What a lovely surprise!  They are totally gorge, and I''ll be amazed if there are any left tomorrow.
 

Right!  Time for some zzzzs, I think...  if only Truffle would stop walking around in circles on me.