Christine Currie

Today we hit 41 weeks and the baby is officially at least 1 week late with no signs of anything gearing up to happen. I’m now booked in to be induced on Friday afternoon, but I’m told that can take anything up to a few days so all we can really say is that we’re likely to have a baby by the end of the bank holiday weekend.

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Well, the baby’s now two days late and I can’t honestly say that there are any signs that it’s going to come out in the next 11 hours, so the chances of it being born today are diminishing rapidly. For some reason I never even contemplated it being late, believing that any child of mine would be incredibly impatient and would want out as soon as it was safe.

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Well, the weeks are passing and it’s only just over a week until the due date. I’m feeling huge, as the photo below will testify (and that was a week ago!), and trying to persuade myself that I’m nesting, having contractions, etc. Patience has never been my strong point and the wait is really testing me - let’s hope the baby has a similar personality to its mother!

In the garden, the baby blackbird seems to have flown the nest that its parents made in one of our bushes. We saw a fluffy bird hopping across the lawn yesterday while we were washing up (too quickly for Dave to get a photo of it) with daddy blackbird squawking at it. Since then, all has been quiet in the garden - the sentinels have gone and there’s no longer an hourly worm delivery. I had a peer into the bush this afternoon and there was a very well made, but definitely empty nest. My biology isn’t good enough to know whether the family moved on because we disturbed them or whether this is just the natural order of things.

The courgettes are dying one by one - I suspect the cold nights were a shock after theire first few weeks inside, but that’s only a guess. Oh well, three plants left so there’s still some hope of us having fresh veg in the summer.