Still here, still pregnant. Still waiting for a sign from Pip that it’s his time. We had friends around for supper tonight. A lovely evening of food and laughter. I have now retired, exhausted, to bed, whilst they and Marto chat on over wine and music in the sitting room next door.
Mild tightenings have continued sporadically during the day. I have been exhausted, mostly lying on the sofa and dozing, before a spurt of energy around 5pm whereon I managed to clean the kitchen and bathroom and head to Marks & Spencer to buy fruit and yoghurt to serve for pudding.
I am slowly learning my limits of tiredness, of not pushing myself too far. Just in time for the last days of pregnancy.
