Forewarning: I tried really hard to think of something non-baby-related to tell you in this fortnight's catch up but - as my entire life is basically hanging around, waiting to become a mother right now - I failed. If that doesn't deter you, read on!
I am so smitten with this pile of baby gifts from Elise. Our postman was a bit uncertain about delivering a parcel addressed to "Spartacus Rooftops", mind you...!
On that note: the full list of names given to babies in Scotland in 2014 was released last week and I'm slightly irked to see that somebody's beaten us to Spartacus. Not that it was ever a serious contender but it was still our name.
All the names we're genuinely considering appear on the list, too, but we're less worried about them being unique - whatever we choose, we have to be able to shout it across a playground without being filled with self-loathing.
This week, my mum and my sister came to visit for a few days. They drove me to lunch in one of the beach front cafes but, otherwise, it was a case of lazing around the living room, talking babies and eating cake. When I was napping, they headed to the shops or watched a film on Netflix.
On Friday, a friend brought her four week old daughter round and I got to have loads of cuddles with her (and, you know: grown up talk about labour and babies and genderised sleepsuits).
I've gone into proper nesting mode these past couple of weeks. I've been waddling around the house, cleaning everything above waist level and doing my best to tidy up. All the newborn clothes, crib bedding and assorted cloths have been washed and folded and my hospital bag has been packed for a fortnight now.
The carpet was fitted in the baby's room last week, there's a cot (the one Steve slept in as a baby!) and a chair in there and five boxes of wardrobe which we're holding off assembling until the decorating's done. A decorator we know is very kindly squeezing us in around his normal jobs (because Steve doesn't have the time and I don't have the mobility to do it ourselves) so we're not sure exactly when the room will be ready but fingers crossed it's before the baby arrives!
Finally, the aches and pains have changed a lot over the last few days - I'm much more comfortable when I'm seated (hurrah!) but am really struggling to stand or walk or get in and out of bed (boo!). I suspect this means that the baby's making its way towards the exit but that doesn't necessarily mean the birth's imminent - the kid might just take after its mother and prefer to be super-prepared.
Tell me: what's going on out there in the world?
Hi! I'm a 30-something stay-at-home feminist mother-of-one. I live in Aberdeen, Scotland with my toddler, boyfriend and two black cats. I talk a lot about this stuff: