Well, it’s only one week till the Little Kick Boxer is due. Will she be early, on time or late??? Place your bets now. Personally I hope she’s anything but late!

I’ve enjoyed pregancy some days, and wondered how on earth anyone does this more than once on other days. I’m ready to get my body back and enjoy the fruits of my morning sickness, excessive tiredness, cankles, being unable to eat my favourite foods but craving other strange things I don’t like, peeping 5 times a night, inability to roll over in bed without excruciating hip pain, and all the other joys of pregnancy. I seriously regard pregnancy and motherhood as this secret society – you’re never allowed to know the rituals and initiation (hazing??) practices until you get there!! I might write a book to blow the secrecy, mystery and myths out of the water – like the fact that the 12 week mark isn’t the magical number where morning sickness miraculously stops and all worry and danger ends….

Okay, don’t get me wrong. Please understand that I regard children as an awesome gift, and I can’t believe that I am actually having one! I can’t believe I actually made it this far. Only a year ago I had resigned myself to the fact that Sean and I would always be uncle and aunt, and never daddy and mummy. And now, I have this little gift kicking (hard) inside me, waiting to come screaming into the world and into mummy and daddy’s arms. I can’t wait. I would be so happy if she arrived today.

So, the countdown is on. I’m gonna be pacing my driveway in the heat quit a bit in the next few days, in the hopes it’ll help My Little Kick Boxer arrive on time, not late. Oh Lord, please not late!!!