9am
I have literally not slept. I have spent the night Googling ways to bring on the baby and what happens during an induction. Yet despite the lack of sleep I'm wide awake. All I can think about is "What if the induction takes days? What will we do to stop the boredom?" "What if it doesn't go as planned?" "Will the baby be ok?"....."What are we even going to call him?"
10.10am
BD has just woken up and before he's even had time to open his eyes properly I'm asking him the same question we've been going over for the last 9 months. "What are we even going to call him?"
After 30 mins of debating we've concluded....we still don't know. Or rather can't agree. He doesn't like any names I've come up with and the only name he can bring to the table is Steve. I'm sure its a very nice name on some men but that's just it - as far as I'm aware, I'm giving birth to a baby not 45 year old balding man.
10.40am
Pamper. There is literally nothing better than hot bubble bath and a pamper to pass the time. Only a mere hour and a half later and after a home facial, hair mask and skin treatment, I'm well and truly wrinkled like a prune but very relaxed and happy. The baby on the other hand is more active than ever but I'm going to make the most of what's probably the last moment of alone time I'll have for a while.
2.00pm
The baby will not be reasoned with. No amount of talking to my bump and trying to persuade him to vacate his little home is working. I've even found myself spending a longer than sanely necessary time repeatedly shaking the Magic 8 ball until it gives me that answer I really want.
"Magic 8 ball, will my baby be born tomorrow?" *Shake Ball* 'Don't count on it' *Shake Ball again 'You may rely on it'.... Satisfied :)
2.30pm
Me and BD are out in the village stocking up on everything we might need over the next couple of weeks. Food, cosmetics... do we really need 3 tubes of tooth paste?? How essential is that pack of Malteasers?....Now that's done :) How are we going to carry all those bags back before it goes dark? I know its only ten minute walk away but with my weeble wobble walk I better set off now.
3.00pm
Cleaning! Again! The house is cleaner than its ever been since we moved in but I cant stop! Its become a weird obsession. Cleaning out the kitchen junk drawer has become an urgent priority, even though I've got no clue what's in there. Ooh, is that a smudge on the window I cleaned yesterday...fetch me a duster!
4.35
Weigh myself on Wii....not as bad as I thought :)
Bounce on Swiss Ball - probably a bit too energetically. No sign of contractions but now I have sore thighs!
Begin to do a 3 mile wander round and round the corridors of the house....get (a welcome) interruption from my mum who calls to say good luck for tomorrow.
5.15
Completely panic. Oh my god, I'm going to be a Mum soon! How am I going to grow responsible bone in such a little amount of time. Text a friend who texts straight back laughing/reassuring me that I'm being mental. Still feel a bit terrified but spend 45 minutes returning texts to everyone who's kindly text over the last few days. I'm rubbish at communicating with my friends but god I'm lucky to have them!
.................It literally doesn't feel real. I'm a jittery giddy mess. I Can't believe in a few days time at the most I'm going to be Mum. Poor little baby :)