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D-Day and the Disappearing Feet

February 26, 2014

Today is my due date and I can no longer see my feet, which is an achievement, bearing in mind I take a UK size 8 (European 42)

Up until about a week ago, I actually thought I would be able to retain my relaxed, carefree attitude towards the timing of ‘the birth’. P returned from Oma’s and Oma stayed a couple of nights before making the trip back home. We joked that it would be typical if she drove home, only to have to return within a day because the baby decided to come. That didn’t happen.
H finished work for a couple of weeks (due to the unpredictability of birth, we agreed he should take some holiday around the EDD) and then all there was left was to wait. And wait. And wait. And we continue to wait.

Only one thing is certain about birth and that is, the baby will come out at some point in the not-too-distant future. So we wait.

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