It is interesting how we have refined the process of pregnancy to such a finite limitation - 40 weeks - not a day more and not a day less. The human body is nothing if not unpredictable and amazingly unique in every one of us. For the most part we all  have ten fingers and ten toes, two eyes a nose and a mouth. And yet each of us does things in a slightly different way.

Growing a baby is no exception. Each of us had our own perfect period of gestation inside our mothers and each of ours will do their thing inside of us. Impatience begins to set in at that 40 week mark though, and fears and concerns for our baby’s health also wander through. Perpetuated, unfortunately, by the medical world in which we live.  If only we could learn a little more often where a woman shows no sign of being at risk for complication, that maybe her baby is just not ready and we should leave well enough alone. Monitoring every week or even twice a week for safety is such a blessing for our over active modern minds - hearing a strong happy heartbeat puts our fears to rest for a while. Fear mongering a woman into induction, and in so many cases this leads to more serious interventions, is just irresponsible.

So I will continue to wait - as patiently as I can - we are so eager to meet this little one and know if it is a boy or a girl that the suspense is tangible - and know that my baby is safe and happy - and has obviously decorated so nicely in there that it is struggling to come to terms with leaving :)

Keep safe and we will let you know, xxx, anita