And so tomorrow is D day. You would have thought that I would have spent last night resting as labour will probably start today if the little man decides that he will arrive on time. Not me. No logic here. I stayed up with OH chatting about fights we had at school until 4. Yes 4 am. Then I woke up at half past every hour until 11.30 this morning for a tinkle. I have had disrupted sleep which is not conducive.
I am not complaining. Being able to talk and laugh with my other half in this way makes me know that I am really lucky to have him.