So, remember, remember, the 12th of November. The day the little one is supposed to arrive has come and very nearly gone. If it doesn't arrive before midnight then I owe my wife a quid. Come on little baby!
My wife is really going through the ringer at the moment - she's so uncomfortable and a little sad that the baby hasn't shown its face. Obviously a natural process can't be exactly timed, but there is such a weight of expectation that it's difficult not to be downhearted. But, as the midwife said this afternoon, a baby comes when baby is ready.
And to add to this, tomorrow is Friday the 13th!
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