No, still here, quietly grumbling and muttering to myself in the corner like a nutter. I had to go out for a walk earlier when I got upset at a text announcing the last of my preg yoga group bar me to give birth which really made me feel upset. And I had to give myself a talking to, as naturally I am delighted for her, and just being a selfish cow. DH thinks I'm mad, a baby on the inside cannot scream being his thinking. I'm being driven mad by people asking if anything has happened yet. Very tempted to print "no it bloody hasn't" in 72 font red letters and stick it on the front door to stop people fussing. Much as I love my mother, and I do, dearly, I cannot imagine anything less likely to contribute to my early labour relaxation plans than having a jetlagged fussing Mother in a small house. Particularly one who isn't in tune with my yoga/ TENS/ attempted positive but quiet approach to the whole thing.