Thanks to Mum for pleading for bump shots, and the biggest thanks to K for taking them.
I had a holy crap moment this morning upon realising that this baby could be here in a month. If it stays inside another two months, he or she will have lasted longer than E did.
And. Oh. My. God. We don't even have a couch! Thankfully, we're just waiting on its delivery.
But our city car? The one we have to shoehorn ourselves into?
We are making steady but slow progress in the setting-up-a-second-house department. And the replacing-the-tiny-car department.
But the idea of four weeks - or even eight weeks - has kind of winded me.
Not that I've dismissed full-term aspirations. But I just want, for one of our babies, to be prepared.
I'm about to go and make a list to rule all the lists.