Or so the saying goes.
The official news is that there is still no news. I fear bub has become confused as to how to get out - the last few days there has been lots of kicking and pushing on the tum I think it is trying to break out Alien-style. I have taken to crossing off the dates on the calendar in our toilet, counting down to eviction day. The end is in sight one way or another.
I’m glad bub is clearly still well and feisty but would never have thought I'd be going overdue. The hot humid weather isn’t helping my sleeping/temper but apart from tiredness I am still disgustingly healthy myself. My friends rock.