Seven days. One week.
I've had intermittent cramps all afternoon, the baby feels lower and I generally feel like the off may not be a million years away.
Odd, as most of the time, my brain has trouble with me even being pregnant, nevermind IMMINENT.
The Ex is behaving moderately well, for a change. I think reality is sinking in a bit. I'll be glad when it's over. I'm unwell, tired, achey and the only thing that isn't giving me gyp is my SIZE because I'm not that big. With Fatbum being such a BIG bum, this baby feels tiny. He's average, but compared to Fatbum, that's tiny.
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