Wow.... Squiggle is now concidered to be "Term". This means that I can safely go into labour any day from now on and baby will not be considered early as such. Much the same as Jack who was 9 days early, but still "term".
That said, there are still 3 weeks to my due date and no sign of Squiggle turning up just yet. I'm really starting to feel like I'm coming to the end though. I'm tired so much of the time. Last night my feet swelled up. They are huge and puffy and ugly. I hate it. This happened in the last couple of weeks with Jack too. The skin on my belly feels so tight it actually felt like it was burning yesterday evening, which I am assuming is the start of some nasty stretch marks - something I largely avoided with Jack. The weight I lost earlier in the week is back, I have actually gained 2 lb instead of loosing 1lb, but I suspect a lot of that is fluid given the size of my feet and ankles.
I'm back on with my sorting out of the house now as I have my health back and some pennies in the bank (all be it not many). I am on with a laundry marathon this weekend. Mark has taken Jack to Dad's Club at Lune Park (Yay!!!!) so I have the place to myself this morning which is nice. Over the next few days I have the last of the baby stuff arriving from Kiddicare, a trip to Toy-r-us lined up for Spare Splodge #2, haircuts for me and Jack and the storage boxes to pick up. I did the big food shop and B&Q shop yesterday and have given Mark my debit card to use at the butchers on his way home from Lune Park.
On Wednesday I have my (final) growth scan. At my last apointment the consultant (spit!) said this would be the day they choose which day to book my induction for..... we shall see. I still don't see why they can't just leave me and Squiggle alone...