B finished work on Friday and G household was suddenly filled with anticipation.  Of course, it is now Wednesday and we are both a little both more than a little bored.  Baby continues to grow and my belly is now incredibly firm and he is quite easy to palpate. My new found epigastric capacity is now being reclaimed as Baby just grows into the space.

Spirits were temporarily lifted with a show of sorts on Monday night but of course, that is about as reliable as a letter from QLD Health stating that you are on the waiting list to have a specialist outpatient appointment within the next six months....

Tuesday morning, a random itch that had been coming and going over the course of several weeks suddenly escalated significantly so I've been ditched with another horrendous night while my skin organises a rebellion.  Of goes an email to Dr. A. to see what the expert has to say...

Today, aside from being itchy, boredom is my greatest enemy.  Everything is done. A functioning replacement clock for Baby's room arrived yesterday and the pest control follow up was completed this morning.  There is nothing else to do and we have no plans for today. I may contemplate a repeat walk this afternoon.  We went for a 20 minute excursion last night which turned into an endurance event of sorts.  At some point it felt like Baby thunked down even lower and then everthing in my pelvis ached.  Returned home and followed by another bowel attack, a load of non-progressing painful contractions and general pelvic pain which required the first half of my restless night to recover from...

So the wait continues...  I have to admit that I am feeling a lot less concerned about the possibility of Baby being born after Dr. A goes on holidays. No particular reason.  Now all I need is a distraction!

Picture time! Baby's room completed as well as the cradle, all set up and ready to go. 

Me: "Baby's room is finally complete!"
B: "Almost.  It needs a baby."