You get to your ninth day overdue and realise there is actually nothing left to say. I would love to be in the state of mind to discuss the malaysian plane disappearance, or Michael Roux Junior leaving MasterChef, or the war in Russia/Ukraine, anything slightly interesting, but honestly I cannot be arsed. I am bored of being so pregnant, I feel flat (flat, not fat, emotionally FLAT.), fed up with sitting around on my ass all day, wasting time participating in mindless activities. I just want my body back and to meet my baby and for all this waiting around anxiously to go away.