Well the outcome of today's visit is I'm booked into hospital to start the process of being induced on Sunday. Not what I wanted to hear but...hey a lady can only do so much on her ownsome.
The midwife attempted a procedure to help Baby Bertha along naturally but I'm not as ripe for spontaneous labour as she'd have liked so I don't hold any great hopes of it working. However - miracles do happen, and since our babe is a wee miracle, there's always hope.
Right now Sunday seems like a long way off. But...I'm taking solace from Julie Cohen whose little Fecklet hung on in there until the eleventh hour prior to admission to hospital.
I intend to spend the next few days firmly off line, with my head in a magazine, a book or a chocolate box. So no more blogger til after my hospital stay.
Hopefully next visit - I'll have a baby to show for all this waiting! Bring it on, right now all I want is a contraction (can you imagine I really said that?!?) jx