Here I am, legs akimbo, 2 superwomen midwives staring at my foof, husband peeping over the top, my mum somewhere in the middle, and me with a baby's head poking out of me, all of us waiting for this contraction. Waiting for the contractions that never came.
I am officially full term! Baby could literally come any day now. Eeeeeeek. I hope he comes soon I am exhausted and more than ready to meet my little man.
I am starting to think a lot about labour this week, in a different way to how I did when I was pregnant with my first. I suppose because I've already been through it before it is only natural that my concerns about labour would differ from one pregnancy to the next.