Thirty five and a half weeks now. While the waiting game continues I have made a conscious decision to really savour and enjoy my little boy (who, by the way, becomes a 'big' 4yo on Thursday) before I get swept away to babyland.
So far this little bit of effort, more a slight mental shift than anything, has paid surprisingly huge dividends (my kinder ways with him have been rewarded with kinder behaviour from him). I've essentially been indulging him just that little bit more than normal: you want some blue playdough? Sure, let's make it now. You want me to read seven Mr Men books? OK, let's do it.
It's also helped that the weather has been lovely and sunny and this has meant picnic lunches (well, a sandwich shoved in Tupperware and a banana thrown in the bag) in the park, bike rides (for him, not me!) etc.
He's been a delight to spend this time with and I think a little tiny part of me is sad that it won't be all about him very soon...