We have your pram, after this weekend we'll have your crib, and bassinet, and changing table, and cupboard, your YaYa and Gramps are coming to visit to help get everything set up, and I'm basically on bed rest because you play havoc with my body.
Isn't that nice?
And I'm feeling a bit of stress because I am only halfway done with revisions to Panic, I have secondary revisions to do to PoloGRRL, and then of course there's Forester's Son, who hasn't been touched past the first four chapters. And I want to get all this done in these next seven weeks. I don't know how lucky I will be.
Your papa swears that you'll come two weeks early. I can only gasp, sob and plead that you please listen to your mummy who has too much to do and you come at the proper time.