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I don't know how to upload picture's on daddy's mac, but I can never quite find the energy to hook up to the internet on my PC (as this entails going downstairs) Yep, I'm that lazy. Thought I should write something just in case you come and I don't find time to go on the internet for, I dunno, the next eighteen years? Just four days until due date. I do indeed now have milk inside the fridge that might last longer than you inside me.

I didn't realise how nervous I was until faced with my final midwife appointment today. When she said goodbye and good luck, I had a moment of panic. I can't wait to meet you, honest, but suddenly these last nine months have contracted, as my womb soon will, and suddenly it feels like no time at all since Valentine's Day and finding out you were there. And even though everything is ready for you, I am apprehensive about change. A great old lady once said to me 'change is a good thing, we should never be afraid.' But I am afraid. Not of labour, that's never been a worry for me, it will happen the way it happens, we will survive and then there you will be, but the rest of my life, being a mother, something else to worry that I'm not quite good enough at.

I'll be fine, right?

Kick if you think I'll be a decent mummy.

I'll be FINE.

See you soon.