Monday.

After heaving the vacuum up and down the stairs last night I was about 48% sure I'd gone into labour.  So I went to bed.  Because that's the sum total of my pre-birth plans, really: sleep until the pain is too much to sleep through, then get up and start moving around and eventually go to the hospital.

Which is quite a bit more planning than I did with baby #1.

But as you can see from the fact that I'm keeping up with the 'blog post a day for the last month of pregnancy' resolution, I am not in the hospital.  I'm still not feeling 'well', but I'm not about to call off work quite yet.  I even made pretty good time this morning on my hike in to the church - 45 minutes instead of my usual hour.  And since I'm clearly not going to have a baby today, I'm feeling pretty confident that I can make some evening plans - tonight I'm going to get completely and totally caught up with all of the laundry.  It's very exciting.

My biggest logistical problem at the moment is food related, not surprisingly: this week's grocery trip will have to be on Wednesday and I don't know whether I should stock up, or just do my usual trip.  If I stock up, but then don't go into labour, it's possible that food will just slowly vanish from the pantry making it necessarily for me to stock up again.  But if I don't, and I go into labour, then I may be leaving the house without food at all.  It's a game of edible Russian roulette - how long can I go without actually jeopardizing our food budget and everyone's hunger...