And so my due date comes and goes and I'm currently cranky, uncomfortable and p*ssed off....

Update: after a checkup this morning the baby's head isn't even engaged, isn't even thinking about going near the exit, and is having just way too comfortable a time in its climate controlled ergonomic environment with food and water on tap to be thinking about coming out into the world. The midwives have confidently made me another appointment with them for Friday next week where we will talk about 'options' (eek!). One thing's for sure, if they end up inducing me in a few weeks it will be with an epidural in place and ready to go. No way am I attempting a natural birth with the nasty induction drugs bypassing the early stages of labour and taking you straight into the hardcore part of birthing. Drugs, drugs, give me drugs.

Thank you for all the texts and messages today, I appreciate your thoughts. I really do promise you though that we haven't had the baby yet and we aren't keeping anything a secret. Just please don't expect to be told when I go into labour as no one is being told anything until our little one is safely on the outside and we have spent a few hours with him/her. I think it's a fair assumption not to expect any news for at least another 7 days.

I also found out why I've been able to sleep 12-14 hours a day easily given half the chance and I'm knackered all the time - my iron levels are very low, which I should have found out a fortnight ago had my midwives not forgotten to put my blood samples in. I have some lovely iron tablets to take daily now, hopefully they'll kick in soon.

So, Stu and I are planning a lovely weekend together with lots of distractions, and I'm consoling myself with a dozen Krispy Kreme donuts, a new top in my pre-pregnancy clothes size to gaze at longingly and a new gold wrap/cardigan.

Vive la retail therapy and junk food for their restorative powers!