Bubba’s hospital bag is packed. She probably has too many outfits in there, but I’m her mother so what hope does she have in that department really? At least she doesn’t need a separate bag for her shoes (I probably will)!

Bella and Bear have taken to their new training very well and they seem to both like spending time in the nursery with me. Thank Dogness I have them. Fuzzy love is awesome. They are very protective and loving and I can’t go anywhere without an escort or two. I feel like (a bumpy version of) the Pied Piper!

I have SO many things I’m supposed to be learning: things for the dogs, things for the baby, things to prepare me for labour, things to prepare me for when we come home from the hospital, how to assemble and disassemble the pram, likewise the car seat. It’s all so overwhelming. I’m sure it will become second nature, but the information overload at the moment is such that I can’t even find the energy to read the instructions for the breast pump. And it’s weighing on my mind that I need to get out the steriliser, figure out how to work it and sterilise the bottles and dummies (just in case). I want to try to feed her expressed milk with a bottle for her last feed of the night from as early on as possible.

This growing a small person is a very tiring business and my body clock seems to be all out of whack … like jet lag, minus the fabulous international holiday!