The beginning of the end...

Tomorrow will be a very sad day. One of the highlights of my pregnancy so far, has been the constant email banter with bumpette numero uno. She's only numero uno, because she's jumping in the deep end first, and as such, tomorrow is her last day at work. Oh the sadness. How will I get through the day without our bump-related chats? Seriously, it feels like I'm standing, alone, on the edge of some very big precipice. Of course, there are other bumpettes out there who like to chat, but our level of email communication surpasses all the rest added together. At any moment in the day, my fashion mind can be easily interupted by a story about being on all fours, what either of us has eaten for lunch/wants to eat for lunch/whether or not it is salt and vinegar Hula Hoops o'clock, as well as, how many times we peed in the night, vitamin K, changing mats and other such conversational gems. This bumpette and I have been exchanging amusing tales for nearly 30 weeks now so it's a wrench that she's off. It's also, hugely exciting!
How mad that the gang are starting to go off on maternity leave. This obviously means that things are getting closer, and more real. At my midwife appointment this morning, I heard the little Bear's heartbeat again, which is another kick up the bottom in the reality check department. I didn't like today's midwife. She was stern and made me paranoid about my big bump, despite measuring it and the bump coming in bang on size at 29 cm. Some people. I also had my glucose blood tests done today, which involved downing a bottle of Lucozade (cruel, in my opinion, considering the gassy bubbles), and then waiting an hour for the nurse to take two vials from your arm. It isn't the best way to start a Thursday, but at least the baby is in good shape and I'm not burping as much as I would have done after the same about of Diet Coke.
Another funny thing struck me this morning. Is it some kind of cruel joke that midwives constantly want to check your urine, when you can no longer actually see where you pee? It makes collection rather tricky. What a lovely thought to sign off on - anyway, toodle pip.