Had a lovely, if exhausting Christmas day yesterday and today am going to rest and pack my hospital bag. No, really, I am going to pack it. Today. Eeeek! 36 weeks on Tuesday – getting so close. I am sooooo incredibly tired, so hoping Missy stays put so I can get a couple of days rest and recharge my batteries. I’m not ready for labour just yet. I need some energy!

I spoke with my brother-in-law yesterday about being bubba’s godfather/guardian (on top of the very important job of being one and only Uncle!) and he’s happy to do it. He did ask me a tricky question though: if something happens in labour and there’s the option of saving me or the baby what should they do? It’s something no-one really wants to think about, particularly on Christmas day!

I included mum and sister in the discussion and said I thought whichever of us has a better chance of survival. I don’t want to ever be a vegetable and wouldn’t want that for my family, or for them to have to look after me forever in that state.

Heaven forbid anything should happen to me, but a girl needs to have these arrangements made just in case. I really need to sort out my will and life insurance.