As I lay in bed between about 3am and 6am this morning, wide awake, pondering on Braxton Hicks, I thought to myself: eek, not ready yet.
We've got around eight weeks before we're expecting to meet this wee bub and this week I've been surrounded by stories of early arrivals and babies-number-three being born at home.
Terrific being born at home if that's your plan. Not my plan.
Besides, the cot is still in pieces and half stripped back, half old matt purple paint with green highlights. The change table is in pieces and we have no car capsule.
Much more importantly I have to finish this:
A new version of this skirt for Tilly, and this:
Plus we need to rearrange a few rooms to make space for our newbie, and and and…
No. Not quite there yet.