So for the last month or so I have totally convinced myself that this baby girl WILL arrive a couple of days early. Or on the due date....... and will definitely be here BEFORE Christmas. There was never any doubt in my mind. I've told everyone the other two were 2 days over and 3 days early. I'll be fine. We'll be holding her in our arms a few days before Christmas.
But as my to-do list is (mostly) done, Christmas presents are all organised and wrapped, the house is clean, and I'm mentally ready to welcome baby into the world, I'm suddenly panicked.
I have a horrible feeling she is just not going to conform. She may well be late. She may even miss Christmas. What the heck will I do with the little Christmas dress that is all ready for her to wear on Christmas Day???
I think all those labour-inducing myths are just that. Babies come when they want to and nothing will hurry them along. However, come 9pm the 23rd of December I may be thinking differently......
So, as Hayden has been yelling at my stomach all week: "Come on Baby. It's time to come out!"