Only 8 days now until the day that the "experts" are predicting that Wigglebum will stop breathing amneotic fluid and switch to air. What this means in real life is that any day, any hour any minute now, it's gonna be baby time. Which is sort of like "Hammer time", but with smaller nappies.

And while Wigglebum wiggles around in Karen's belly, the butterflies are really doing a lot of wing flapping in mine.

The best way I can describe my feelings right now is I feel like I am going bungy jumping, and I am at that point where the guy with the dreadlocks has me all strapped in. I am looking down into the ravine, knowing there is no way to back out. The whole thing seemed like a good idea before, but now faced with the grim reality of the enormous drop, I am having second thoughts. I know anytime now, I am going to be plunging downwards into the unknown, hoping that bungy cord is going to hold up...