I woke up this morning and realising what day it was (first day of March) felt a sudden rush of panic. I'm due to give birth this month! I thought I'd be calmer and more prepared the second time around. I know what to expect this time which makes things a little easier but at the same time I know what to expect. I know exactly whats coming to me. I'm hoping for an easier (or at least less traumatic) labor than I had with Lamb but I'm also praying for breastfeeding to be a far less painful experience. Those first few weeks are hard enough without having your newborn baby's hunger cry strike fear and dread into your heart. I have no idea how it's all going to go, I just have to wait and see how things pan out. In the meantime I'm trying to enjoy the last 31 days of one-on-one time I have with my daughter. Although that's easier said than done considering I can't walk 10 meters without needing a rest, I can't sneeze without peeing, I have a constant backache and I've recently become the crankiest, most irritable woman alive.