No, no baby news. Look. I know this doesn’t really apply to most of the people reading this, it really applies to friends and especially relatives of ours: Stop bugging us! We’ll let you know when something happens – HONEST!
Technically, the due date for young Jeremy (yep, we’ve decided on a name) to enter the world was either Friday or today, depending on which estimate you believe. So it’s perfectly reasonable for him to still be up in his womb enjoying a bit of privacy. And despite the best estimates that modern technology and a generation of childbirth experts can give, it’s essentially up to him when he comes out.
And so, while my uncle’s wife, an ex-colleague’s wife, and a vaguely-known-met-once colleague have all had their babies in the past week (and Elle McPherson and Deborah Conway can’t be far behind), we keep on waiting, trying to get on with life rather than mope around the house just in case labour sets in suddenly. After all, we may as well make the Omigod The Baby’s Coming Find Some Hot Towels Let’s Get To The Hospital Dash, when it finally arrives, at least a little interesting.
