We've had to start packing a bag for the hospital in case baby decides to surprise us early. This includes choosing clothes for the little one, which is a totally surreal thing to do. You imagine legs inside leggings, a belly inside a shirt, a head inside a hat. And you imagine all the unforgettable, intense moments that will happen between now and then - as soon as tomorrow, or not for another 6 weeks.

Baby has dropped. I'm told this is a milestone of the body getting ready for labour, which is good. But vigorous protests are constant now from my belly's squashed-up occupant, and I've started to waddle.

Both baby and kitty have become increasingly cantankerous - him from being squashed, and kitty from being informed multiple times that the bassinette is not hers.