...... I just finished hanging my washing out to dry in front of the fire. Nothing unusual about that ... except the adorable onesies, teeny socks, and divine new bodysuits (thanks Tee!!) all hanging on the rack.
We have exactly thirty more sleeps to go until touchdown, unless Monkey decides to come early. Lately, in the brief moments between sleep and awake, I have seriously freaked out. But now I feel much more calm about it.
I once read somewhere that for a woman to have a baby; she must go down, down, into the underworld. I think I'm on my way. It's scarily delicious.