Still no sign of our precious bundle of happiness. My chips if I were a betting man (what do you mean IF? - sarky ed) are on a Monday arrival now, with a late push (no pun intended) into Tuesday. I was a Monday child, fair of face and all that and it would be cool if Pickles followed her dad and appeared on Monday. Still, as with everything worth waiting for, she will come when, and only when she is ready. I think of her now as getting ready to leave a hotel room one has spent an enjoyable holiday in, just taking one last look around before leaving it behind.
I doubt pickles will arrive today as nothing interesting ever happens on a sunday. Or it shouldn't do anyway. Sundays were made for being walruses and sloths. The only effort required on these days should be getting a slice of beef or a roast potato into your mouth, followed by a bottle (or three) of wine.
The midwife is due later to check blood pressure so for now its a waiting game. In fact its always been a waiting game.
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