So far Jon does not seem likely to become a father on Fathers’ Day.

But seeing as the baby isn’t even technically due until tomorrow we should probably all give it a bit of a break and stop hassling it – and now I need to apply that wisdom to myself. I’ve been feeling tight as a drum and completely exhausted all the time this week so I think it is about time that this baby moved into some slightly larger accommodation i.e. somewhere not inside me.

Today I exercised great discipline in the face of a very tempting ebay auction even with my parents offering the next $2 that I’d need to increase my bid. Jon will be very pleased with me when he hears about my self-control!

I am wagging church and I think I might go to bed. I’ll watch a few West Wings first though. Rennie is my new friend even though it is disgusting and tastes like spearmint-flavoured chalk. Sistas who have been here before me might be able to sympathise with me in my plight...

Sorry to all of you who are looking for news and are in suspense. It has to be born sometime before the end of September if that helps!? And if you think you’re in suspense, trust me, it’s not a patch on how I’m feeling! I have to give birth before you get to find out what I’ve had!!!

Ok, I think that’s enough for now but before I go, let me recall for you the delightful memory of Jemaine and Bret’s first interpretation of what it means to “flip the bird” at someone – bless!