I may or may not have mentioned it, but I am now 40 weeks pregnant (and 3 days, to be precise) and I may or may not be getting a bit fed up. You see, I have been having regular contraction type pains since Tuesday last week, yet there is still no baby. She is just too damn lazy comfy in there. Tsk.
In an attempt to get her out, I have tried pretty much everything that the Old Wives suggest:
Walking: I have been for walks. Every. Single. Day.
Eating pineapple: till it comes out of my ears
Eating curry: good job I live in Brum
You Know What: I am a lady and I don’t kiss and tell.