What’s going on:
Your baby is locked and loaded. Or at least, he or she ought to be. All going well, the baby’s head is lodged in your partner’s pelvis and the kid is poised upside down, ready to be squeezed down the birth canal like toothpaste through a tube. By now your gynaecologist will be in fairly close contact and will have his baseball mitt and miner’s helmet with the little light on it. A number of options are available.
How you’re feeling:
A little stressed, frankly. You’ve double-checked everything, you have the numbers of all the important people saved in your cellphone, PDA, laptop and diary. The team is primed like a band of commandos, ready to spring into action within seconds. An by now you wish it was all over. This is when you need to sit back with your favourite trance or Faure CD and a large scotch.
How she’s feeling:
The chances are good that by now she’s heartily sick of being pregnant, uncomfortable and kicked to bits by the baby. She’s ready.