I need to update my present list as Martin (and anyone else in the mood for buying) has the daunting task of buying me a Birthday present, a Mother's Day present and an Anniversary present. Martin thinks I am hard to buy for. I'm not, really!

I hate routine. I like things to flow, just happen, potter along. The thought of *having* to do things at a certain time fills me with horror. What if I'm late? I hate being late.

The children come out with fantastic things sometime so I will try and get them down before they get forgotten.

The most recent was Morgan, talking to Ruaridh, about me...

"She used to be a woman, now she's a mummy."

Well thanks Morgan, that is truer than you know.

Morgan is a fussy eater. Hell no - he has an eating disorder. There I've said it. It has been going on for so long now that we accept it as normal for him - but to an outsider he is by no means a normal eater and it is a recent event that has made me do something about his problems.

Well - what a day I've had.  I was convinced that this baby was going to put in an appearance next weekend - but she chose to come early. (Well 41wks officially - but I think she wasn't due until tomorrow)

Whoosh! Did you see it? That was my due date going by - again. I was officially 'due' yesterday. I had great fun yesterday watching people who asked so when are you due? blanching at the response today. One woman took a step back, a couple looked shocked, not knowing quite what to say. Well what do you say?

As the due date is fast approaching I have found my self pondering all the "What Ifs..."

The more people I speak to about third babies the more I realise just how unpredicatable they are. We could be talking a 20 minute labour or a 20 hour labour - really don't know. It doesn't help that this pregnancy has been so much harder than the other two. Thankfully my SPD has not been anywhere near as bad as it was with Ruaridh but, my goodness, the nausea has been awful.