6 kilo baby?

The very essence of Murphy's Law, I believe, is this:

Decide to put nail-polish on toe-nails, do not put newspaper underneath bottle for first time in entire life, because - after all - have never spilled any before.
Spill.
Try to save floor and get nail-polish all over hands.
Do not fetch newspaper, figure instead there is no way you will spill twice.
Spill again.
Then, after having spent 7 months avoiding chemicals as much as possible - end up with nail-polish and nail-polish remover all over your hands.

So I was doing some pedicure... realised it might be the last time for a while. Oh dear. Had hoped to arrive in hospital, in about 10 weeks time, with beautiful looking feet and newly shaved legs. Unfortunately, each added kilo is making this seem more and more like a far fetched dream... Am only 30 weeks and can barely reach my toes. Pregnancy really is beautiful and unique experience. But there are things they don't tell you about. If they did, there would be fewer babies in the world.

Think most women are not as big as I am, surely. Suspect 6-kilo-baby. That will be a fun day. Luckily I will come prepared with yoga poses, meditation techniques and chants. Oh yes. No epidural here. And no morphine either, though admit would be fun... might be bad for baby though.

Weather cooled down, thanks be to the Universe. But feet still resemble bricks more than feet and ankles have transformed into thighs, and thighs... actually, never mind.

Starting to get some stuff organised. Pictures to come. When done. Which, hopefully, will be in the next few weeks.