I have been a naughty girl in not posting for a few days, and for that I am very sorry.

I don't have any great excuses for my lack of entries, though i wish i could say i have been extremely busy leading my glamorous and fabulous lifestyle. Truth is I have been alternating between busying myself with shopping sprees, (which i suppose is quite glamorous and fabulous when you think about it) and battling with hormonal bouts of despair, (which is neither glamorous or fabulous.) So i guess you could say i have been a suicidal shopper of late. Neither of which have been worthy of blogging.

To satisfy your curiosity however, I'll briefly fill you in in my recent purchases. So here goes . . . I went to the shops and i bought . . .

*A travel system, (for the baby, although Daddy is so far gaining the most enjoyment from this buy, fixing it all together and wheeling it around the house on a regular basis.)

*A carseat (that fixes onto the travel system.)

*Bottles with teats shaped like boobies, (again Jay has been suitably impressed by this.)

*A breast-pump, (to remind me that in a few weeks I shall function in much the same ways as a cow, which is a plesant thought.)

*Some nipple pads and disposable pants, (in contrast to the sexy lingerie and stockings i once spent my pennies on.)

*Maternity clothes (dresses, tops & PJ's)

*Make up

*Hair Removal Cream, (because for some odd reason my body has decided it really ought to produce lots of extra hair to er keep me warm during my pregnancy(?!))

*Hair Dye (for the hair on my head!)

So you see I really have been putting the retail therapy theory to the test!

Alas retail therapy alone hasn't been enough to keep the dreaded hormones at bay. I'm on a real emotional rollercoaster at the moment, with highs and excitement and plunges of sadness and worry and I'm driving myself around the bend so goodness knows what I'm doing to those close to me, (my poor husband being a perfect example! Sorry Jay.)

I am trying to assure myself that once this baby arrives so too will my sanity. I'll be able to do normal things again, like sleep on my tummy and paint my own toes, not to mention have a wee drinky and wiggle my bum on a dancefloor. It seems an age away but we're officialy on the homestretch now, so i can't be that long.

In fact I have under three weeks until i am classed as, 'full term,' (which means little one can be born safely,) and just under four weeks until i am officially allowed to have my baby at home!

In just under six weeks I'll officially reach my due date, (though I sincerly do not intend on still being pregnant at this point,) and the absolute maximum that we can go to is just under eight weeks, by which time Bubba's tenancy will officially come to an end and the NHS will induce the labour to get this little person out.

I know that baby's and bodies can both be very stubborn and will ultimately choose the right moment to get this show on the road for themselves but this hasn't stopped me from preparing for a little project I like to call, 'GET THIS BABY OUTTA ME.'

By which i shall try and test every single method in the history of projects such as these, (and there are so many different non-medical methods for inducing labour, that women have been trying for billions of years, i should imagine.)

Project 'GET THIS BABY OUTTA ME,' or 'GTBOM' for short, shall commence on Thursday 4th June, (which see's me at 38 weeks of pregnancy and therefore 'allowed' to go into labour and have baby at home.) and I will gratefully welcome all suggestions to try, so please send them my way!

Lot's of Love

Steph x