36w 1d

I am now pretty much into the counting-down-the-days section of pregnancy - 27 and counting til my due date. Though when I think of it as four weeks, that still seems like a heck of a long time to wait to meet my baby, now that we're all ready for his arrival (or as ready as you can be, I think). The hospital bag is packed, the car seat is bought, and I've sat on birthing balls, stools and chairs at the antenatal classes.

I'm not entirely sure how much I've learned at the classes that I hadn't already read, but it's been nice to familiarise ourselves with the birthing centre and meet a couple more of the midwives. There's one more class next week which focuses on looking after the baby, plus a breastfeeding workshop (ladies only, doubtless to my lovely husband's disappointment), then we're on our own. To be honest, I feel like I've heard as much as I want to about labour itself - now I just want to get on with it.

That's not to say that I'm not enjoying the peaceful interlude of maternity leave before the birth - it's been lovely to spend my days going for short walks, pissing about on the internet, having lunch with my husband, reading the new Thomas Pynchon novel and napping whenever I feel like it (usually about 3pm, to be precise). But I so want to meet my little baby and know that he is happy and healthy. And start the whole new adventure of life with a little person in our already happy family.