Update - 12 Days Until Baby T's Due Date!

So, it appears the last 8 months of my life have gone by ridiculously fast and now I've reached full term pregnancy and a month that is going to last for an eternity, not the average 30 days.
Every ache, twinge, movement; I hold my breath and wonder if "this is it!", apparently not!
It's an odd feeling, counting down to a due date for the entire pregnancy and then in the last couple of weeks it becomes "A day? A week? A month to go?!" Suddenly I've been thrown into this unknown pregnancy limbo where every day I wake up and everywhere I go, I wonder if today will be the day that Baby T decides to arrive and most probably I will actually go a fortnight overdue and lose all will to want to get out of bed. (Even if I'm so uncomfortable right now that I actually dread bedtime.)

On a positive note though, it's not going to be long until I finally meet our baby and it's all I've ever wanted. It doesn't quite seem real. Staring at the cot that Ben lovingly (and frustratingly) assembled and converted into a co-sleeper, knowing that soon there'll be a real life little squidgy peanut baby that's half of me and half of my best friend. No one else like them. 
The car seat and maternity notes are in the car and my hospital bags are packed in all their disposable knickers and breast pad glory.
I want to breast feed, co-sleep and baby wear. I've worked in childcare for so long now that I just know how I want things to be, but at the same time I know that I've got to stay realistic in the sense that I'm going to be a first time mum and no amount of childcare experience that I have is really going to prepare me for having my very own little pooper. (Most probably anyway.)

As for the actual birth...
I'm excited. Genuinely excited. No birth horror story is fazing me and I really don't know why. My mum had preeclampsia with me and it was all a bit traumatising, along with me being blinded in one eye in the process. Every mum I've spoken to has had something scary to add to my catalogue of horrifying events. Every birth is different though and I'm not going to be dealt the same as the woman sat next to me at antenatal. I'd like to think that when the time comes to head to the birth suite, I'm going to be in control and just fantastic at doing all that breathing stuff. Who knows. I'd like to have a pool birth with music playing and Ben just being Ben (Which is bloody brilliant because he's seriously fab.) and my mum sitting there feeding me my 4th Snicker bar.
In reality, I'm expecting things not to go perfectly to plan, I think you have to prepare yourself for anything to happen really. C- Sections need to happen sometimes, as do forceps and there's really not much I can do about that. As long as Baby T and I make it in almost one piece and I finally get to meet my beautiful, red and wrinkled yum, I really won't mind all that much.

As I finish this blog post, all that's going through my mind is "Ooh what if it happens tonight!"... Come on Baby T, mummy and daddy are ready and waiting. We can't wait to meet you!