Genckle

It's a gecko ankle. Just go with it.

So today marked 30 days until D-Day. 44 days maximum until we meet this wriggling little life that head-butts my bladder and sits on my nerves and has made Nick look forward to becoming a dad. He is so excited, I love seeing him planning things for our future as it's clear he cannot wait.

I'm personally still bricking it! Every twinge and ache is panicking me. Is Baby going to be early? Late? Will it be a long labour or an agonisingly slow one? How the hell do I change a nappy? So many worries. But everyone else copes so I'm sure we will too. I hope.