We had lunch with the extended family yesterday. My hubby’s cousin’s wife is also pregnant so we exchanged a few words. When I first saw her, I assumed she was probably at an earlier stage of pregnancy than I was. After talking to her, I realised she was at 38 weeks and just about ready to deliver at any time. I suppose I could have been forgiven for this oversight since her bump was the size of mine at 7 months.

I’m trying not to get paranoid about it but I can’t help feeling a tad nervous that just about every pregnant woman I meet has a smaller bump than I do. If that isn’t bad enough, they are often much closer to their due date than I am to mine…

The hubby was trying hard to console me about this until I started talking to the mother of our friend at a New Year’s Eve party last night. Naturally, with my very obvious bump, we started talking about the pregnancy. I wasn’t too happy when she exclaimed, “One more month! Oh, this is the month when they grow the fastest!” Is this supposed to be good news? Somehow it didn’t sound like it to me.

At my last visit to the doctor, Gavin was about the weight some babies are when they’re born and he still had about another 5-6 weeks left in my uterus. Dear God, please let me have a normal delivery and please give me the courage not to ask for pain relief…