On November 24, 2005...

Last year today I spent the day wandering in the cold. Swinging on the swing in the park and feeling resigned to a induced birth.

Last year tonight I laid in the bath - bigger than a house - (lucky for me we have a deep wonderful tub) wishing and begging the giant uncomfortable baby to PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE hurry up so I didn't have to be induced.

Last year tonight I went to bed quietly at home and woke up in a puddle in the middle of the floor and the snow flying outside the window.

Last year tonight I woke up Peter and told him it was time - to which he said "HUH? Are you sure? Do I have time for a shower?"