Last night I'd just gone to bed when I remembered: it was 32 years ago at about that time of night that we had to go to hospital as my waters had broken. Yes, it's Daughter's birthday today!
She had a midwife appointment this morning and all is well, baby and all vital signs are as they should be, baby just not showing any sign of wanting to leave its nice warm and comfy nest. The midwife was very relaxed and suggested the usual things to bring on labour: walking, curry, sex. Daughter was hoping she'd tell her the secret to encouraging baby out but if there were a secret everyone would know by now. Baby will come when it's ready.
Husband came down to join us yesterday. Probably just as well as he fell out of a tree the day before. While holding a chainsaw. 'I couldn't help laughing,' he said, 'as I dangled there, one hand holding on to the tree the other grasping the chainsaw.' Yes, hilarious.
I'd like to think that he wouldn't do that if I were there with him but he would. 'Phft,' he says, 'I know what I'm doing.'
Which is obviously how he came to fall out of a tree ...