There was a luscious full moon last night. I could hear Daddy and my friend Hannah watching Heroes downstairs as I looked at it for a while and I wondered, will it be the last full moon I see before you are born? I got some books out of the library yesterday that are due back the day after my due date. Any day now I'll buy a pint of milk that expires after my term is full. According to all the books you are done, you are cooked, you are a ready. And so we wait.

Thanks for being such an easy baby to carry. I hope you are an easy baby to birth. I hope you love us. I hope we have fun, you and I. I hope.

I may have a stretch mark. Or possibly it could just be a scratch.

Claudia Jean, my beauty queen. Things are shaping up nicely here. Your room looks gorgeous, your new pram, bouncy chair, cot, clothes et al make me smile every time I see them.

I never forget that I am pregnant but I often forget what I look like. I catch an unexpected glimpse of myself in a shop window, sailing by the size of a small boat, and it takes my breath away. Last weekend someone said that soon I will do the same and be surprised to be thin (or thinner) but somehow I doubt it. Nine months isn't long enough to get used to being pregnant. I do however look forward to the day when I can bend over once again. And eat brie.