It’s a panic!
Well, its getting to be about that time… time to panic that is. According to the latest doctor visit, the new arrival will probably be moved up - particularly if we decide on the evasive option. That puts things firmly at the end of February, not in March as previously determined. All that and so much to do; so very much to do. Its those trivial things like “set up nursary” and “name child” that come to mind. The list seems endless, and doesn’t even consider things like “take a nap” and “nap some more”. Methinks the next month and a half will be filled with adrenaline-laced evenings, only to be followed by baby-crying-laced ones. Have I mentioned those important things like “take a nap”?