We have been accepted into a lovely natural birth center right next to the big hospital (attached by a corridor, actually), and I envision a problem-free birth, but if it doesn’t happen naturally and labor has to be induced, I will not be able to go there and will have to move across to the chaotic maternity ward of the hospital. I am trying to think positive thoughts, and coax Peanut out, but he seems to be pretty happy right where he is. So now we just wait. Wait, and receive tons of calls asking if he’s out yet. For some reason, people think I’m going to give birth and not let them know. Kind of a hard secret to keep, if you ask me. I’ve stopped responding to messages at this point, because otherwise I might snap.

In the meantime, I distract myself with laundry and movies and tv shows that are on my laptop, and avoid calling Cazz when he’s at work for fear that he will have a panic attack every time the phone rings. What else to do while waiting for that life-changing moment when you meet the little person you’ve created? Fingers crossed it’s sooner rather than later. What better way to confront a phobia than jumping in (or out) head first?