That was a night, that was!

So, ever one to believe in being in tune with my loved ones, yesterday I called Mel and asked her if she was having contractions because jee-whizz I was having some corkers! I had awful crampings from my ribs to my nether regions.....she said no, nothing, but the night before she felt sure that baby was on his way, 'til she farted and then that was that, nothing again, all over.
At 31 minutes past midnight, there was a knock on the door, there stood Mel, looking as though she was about tto run a marathon, sweatshirts and running on the spot. " Somethings happening!" She said " I had another show and LOOK he's all dropped down and I can feel him moving and guess what?? Jordan is SO drunk! I couldn't wake him up so I got Sophie and WE ARE GOING WALKING! I never walked up that hill so fast, come on Soph, lets go!" and off they went.
1.15am Jordan called to say he wasn't drunk but he was tired and were they here?
2.20am she was home and bouncing on her birthing ball, watching the Royle family ( that makes me laugh so hard I would go into labour!)

at 11am this morning she was fast asleep because that little stinker is playing games and just likes to hear us all getting excited and running around for nothing!
Jordan took the worst time to let his hair down and thankfully he got away with it, they went out for what could be the last night out before the baby arrives and he drank too much, it would have been his silly fault if he had missed his baby being born but thankfully he didn't. I hope that was that and when that precious boy does decide to get himself born, Jordan will be ready and able to do what daddies have to do.
My phone is going to be pretty much attached to me from now on because every little change means he is nearer to being here and I don't want to miss a single moment of his getting ready.