I'm officially 'over-due' - my due date was yesterday, 30th March, and I'm now into the two-week zone where the NHS treat you like a ticking time-bomb. With your second baby, my midwife informed me, if you haven't managed to give birth by 40+12, they will send in the bomb-disposal experts - in short, you'll be frog-marched in to be induced. 'Pah,' I said to myself, 'not a hope'. I'm really, really anti-induction, and only narrowly escaped it last time (by about two days) - the thought of having to go through my entire labour in a hot, unfamiliar, unfriendly hospital fills me with utter dread. That said, I know that the old wives tales actually don't work, which is why this 'One Day' post actually features pictures from an entire week - things we've done as a family, and I've done alone to pass the time, and keep my mind off of what's coming next... that and the fact that I'm now too whale-like and cumbersome to squeeze enough activities into a day to warrant a post of their own....
One: Pulling out the Spring sneakers and enjoying breakfast and lunch on the balcony.
Two, Three, Four, Five: Endless picnics in the park, lying lazily on blankets, watching the Husband and the Boy chasing each other in circles and kicking a ball, feeling the sun on my face.... the perfect Spring past-time.
Six: Finally finishing the baby blanket that has given me an absolutely endless amount of grief, due to discontinued yarn and a LOT of frogging.
Seven: Finding the perfect mustard cardigan from (boo, hiss) Primark. My heart soared, my ethical principles took a nose dive....sigh.....
Eight: Stocking up on breastfeeding-friendly tops, like this floral shirt from H&M.
Nine: Finding a home for my new cushion, a Mother's Day present from
Ten: Unashamedly stacking floral pillows on the bed.
Eleven: Stumbling across a dinner set up by the Boy.
Twelve: Pulling out the Spring shoes.
Thirteen, Fourteen: Planting sunflower seeds with the Boy, ready to transplant into the garden of our new house (no official announcements until we're sure we've passed the referencing process).
40+1.... I can't help but wonder if my next post will see me writing as a mother-of-two....