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37 Weeks

The nursery is ready, the baby grows are washed and the hospital bag is packed. I've ticked almost everything off the least glamorous shopping list of all time: big knickers? Check. Nipple cream? Check. Breast pump? Check. In fact everything is about as ready as it could be for the arrival of Baby Smiles. I, however, really am not.

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34 Weeks (Maternity Leave Week Two)

My transformation from career girl to stay-at-home-Jeremy-Kyle-esque slob is officially complete.

"I don't know how you can watch those awful people," I'd say in a superior tone to anyone who happened to confess a penchant for Mr Kyle.

Oh how the tables have now turned...

32 Weeks

It's official. I'm a lazy slob. Maternity leave is rapidly turning me into an unemployed student type. My low point so far (or high point depending on how you look at things) was finding myself on my bottom stair, eating cold custard from a mug, whilst listening to Bruce Springsteen.

30 weeks

Oh dear. How smug I've been telling anyone who will listen how great I feel. Unfortunately things have now changed somewhat and I seem to have hit a 30-week-
wall. I'm knackered beyond belief.

29 Weeks

Is it weird not to be worried about labour?
I'm sure I'll be singing from a different hymn sheet once I've actually had to go though it, but to be honest it's not something I've given much thought to yet.
Perhaps I've used up all of my worrying quota on an alternative list of neurotic thoughts...

* Can you deafen an unborn baby by setting off the house alarm?
* Can you bake an unborn baby by getting too hot?
* Can you hurt an unborn baby by throwing a tantrum at your husband?

You get the picture...

28 Weeks

At seven months pregnant the 'is she, isn't she' type looks have all but dried up. You can tell just by glancing I'm most certainly 'with child'. But, I have to say, there's none of this camouflaging the tummy business going on. In fact I'm very proud of my bump. Ever since I developed a bit of a bulge I've been sticking it out loud and proud.

27 Weeks

This week I've been mostly obsessed with what our baby is and isn't doing. Those lovely little kicks have now started to rule my life (and therefore also my poor husband's) and I get into a right panic/strop if the baby has a bit of a lull. The poor thing is already getting pressured to perform - and it's not even left the womb.

26 Weeks

How many more things do I have to give up? No booze, no pâté, no caffine. No smoking, no sushi, no soft cheeses. Arghhh! The list goes on and on. And on. I hope this little bub of ours is one day thankful that I tried to give him or her the best possible start in life.

25 Weeks

Eee well this pregnancy feels like it's flying by. It seems like only yesterday that we made the shocking discovery that a baby was on its way after a week or two of (somewhat alarmingly) boozing and eating copious amounts of pâté and soft cheeses...Things seem to change now on a daily basis - bump size included. But one topic that has been on our minds right from the very beginning is baby names.

24 weeks

I'm six months pregnant today - and God don't I know it. Just a week ago I was smug in the extreme, telling anyone who asked how 'normal' I feel. And then - within the space of a few days - bam.