T minus 12 and counting...

That's it. We're inside the final 2 weeks and both Mum and baby are doing well.

We had another growth scan last week and although the bean is still growing s/he is still within the standard boundaries - just a little on the chunky side is all.

I appreciate that that's easy for me to say as from attending the last month's worth of ante natal and breastfeeding classes its been eye watering to say the least to see just what the female form goes through in order to deliver the little bundle of joy into the outside world.

K has also been struggling to get comfortable at night (and during the day) so sleep has been limited to bouts of no more than 2 - 3 hours at a time. What with the ever expanding bump and the intermittent aggravation that her back has been giving her its not been an easy ride.

The plan is for her to get all over her work handover notes done and dusted by Wednesday at the very latest and then she can concentrate on getting some well earned rest in before D-Day.

Watch this space...

truffle shuffle

We went for another scan earlier this week to make sure that baby's placenta had moved safely away from K's cervix. Fortunately it was well clear but we then had some slightly more disturbing news.

Our offspring has been fed so well (not on ice cream and biscuits) on wholesome organic veg and meat that we have somehow spawned a bit of a chunky little bugger.

S/he (we still haven't given in and found out which card we've been dealt) is at the top of the average measurements and mass scale, has a bonce as wide as it's waist and is weighing in at a healthy 6lb 3oz (roughly 2.8kg).

All very well and good you might think until you look at the reference books and read the general growth figures for this stage of pregnancy. They all say that on average from now on the baby gains 1 lb/week.

We could either find ourselves in the Guinness Book of World Records or have Bernard Matthews knocking on our door asking what our secret diet for such weight gain is.

On top of all this one has to remember that my poor wife (measuring only 5'2") will have to somehow deliver this not so little bundle of joy.

I foresee much swearing and perhaps a few painkilling drugs on the big day.

class act

We went along to our first ante natal class last night, as usual getting to where we were supposed to be just in time.

The reason for the delay was that K had got tied up at work and ended up catching the train 1/2 an hour after the one that she meant to - resulting in us wolfing down our dinner and hot footing it over to the hospital all in about 20 minutes.

The class was bigger than we expected and contained quite an age range of expectant parents. It seems we've not been as slow as we thought in getting our act together and going along to the class as there were a few others with due dates before the end of September.

The midwife was nice, if a little bit Marjorie Dawes (dust, yeah, dust, yeah, dust), but didn't really tell us anything we hadn't already read. That all comes next week when we move onto the gruesome task of the actual labour.