Twenty Five Days To Go...

Can you hear that? No? Me neither. It's as quiet as it comes at home this afternoon as everyone is either at school or sleeping!
I've taken this rare opportunity of solitude not to take a pleasant siesta, but to finally get around to packing a hospital bag, as there are indeed only, 25 days until Hurley Baby no.4 (a.k.a "Nono") arrives. In all previous pregnancies I have been packed and ready to go at least a month before my due date, and all that seems to have done is tempt fate and they arrive late. So I'm naively trying to trick fate into giving me an earlier baby by being laid back (to the point of slight panic creeping in)!

We have all been getting excited this week though, as I brought out all of the littlest tiny clothes for Nono from the loft, and Buzz kept attempting to try it all on! It's hard to believe that they were all once that small...