Just to let you know, I am still with bump. Our due date was yesterday, but no sign. In fact, I feel fabulous and not at all like I might have a baby any minute. We had a fairly energetic and packed weekend: went out for brunch, went to a museum, did lots of walking, watched DVDs and muddy people at Glastonbury on the telly and I didn’t feel overly tired by all this activity. Last night, we went for dinner at the house of some new friends we made at our ante-natal workshop, and we met lovely baby Max, who is adorable with big wide eyes and a mop of soft hair…ahhhhhh. I had hoped that Max might send some messages across the bump, to tell eric what fun it is out here, but he didn’t – maybe he told him to stay put!
Our midwife came yesterday and all is well: good blood pressure, good baby heart rate and so on, but she didn’t think he was about to arrive.
We hadn’t made any plans beyond today, so this feels like ‘extra time’, special time. Let’s not go to penalties, eh?
I went for a swim, 20 lengths. I was so happy to be going for a swim, feeling really chuffed that, at 40 weeks +1, I am still active and feeling strong. Unfortunately, I was put in a bad mood by a stupid woman set on spoiling my swim. I had the slow lane to myself because it was pretty empty, and as I swam I sensed someone coming up behind me in slow motion, then overtaking me and kicking me in the process. Grrrrrrr, doesn’t she know that if you climb in, you wait and leave some space for the person already in the lane, not overtake them and piss them off? She wasn’t even a fast swimmer, in fact she was one of those who swims with their head out of the water so as not to wet her hair.
Should have splashed her.