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38 weeks....

Well, this last week has been a tough one emotionally. Had to deal with a lot of demons, I think... I say, 'I think', because I´m not sure which demons or if I actually dealt with them. I know it has something to do with birth and feeling safe and needing control everything and surrendering and just having faith that everything will turn out.

A good friend has been through a lot more than me wrt these things, and has helped put my fears and whatnot into perspective, too - I'm sure she doesn't even realise she's done this for me, LOL...

I might have said, "two weeks to go now", except that last night I had a distinct and clear dream that today would be the beginning of my 41st weeks, not my 38th, and I was feeling kind of sheepish about thinking I would possibly go earlier. I was even feeling ok at the prospect of heading towards 42 weeks and having that Scorpio baby that Lucy said wouldn't be ideal. So, maybe I have another month to go...

Today is the last official day of the school holidays, so YAY! we've made it this far. It's been hard work at times, but I guess still a lot easier than it would have been if the boys hadn't had their excursions to go on.

Today I need to get to the shopping centre and buy some food for my Blessingway tomorrow, and a gift for a friends Blessingway as well. I also think I should get this baby some muslin wraps, I thought I had some, but a quick search through the wardrobe this morning suggests I might have given them away or packed them or something...

Generally speaking though, this baby could come now and I'd be ready, so that's good...

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