There is no baby yet, I repeat no baby and I'm about to go to bed. So due date in Perth time will be up in an hour. The littlest Lyonness can still have a Canadian March 30th birthday though, however I'd rather get a full night's sleep and try to give birth in the morning sometime. Wouldn't that be nice!
My cankles (Calf + Ankles = No definition between them) have become a permanent fixture the last couple of days and the stabbing pains in my groin are a real treat. I'm also enjoying the sweats, the hip pain, the chest pain and tri-hourly Braxton Hicks contractions (no one has agreed in my likening them to brain freeze coupled with being punched in the chest). Braxton Hicks contractions scare Dave more than they bother me, his horror at witnessing the protrusion rising up from my belly is worth every one of them.
There is no fear anymore. Pushing the giant baby out of my lady bits does not scare me...it sounds like sweet salvation. Talk to me in a month when I'm trying to sort out a screaming baby 24/7.
Well good night. I'm going limp my way to bed like a walrus limps to his podium at Sea World.
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