Kim is now a week over due.

Psychology comes into play at this stage. I’ve found myself starting to get increasingly more nervous as each day passes, and that has to be down to their being a finite date that this can continue on to. That date, we’ve been told, it May 2nd. If inducement is the only option though, then I would like for it to go to May 4th and coincide with international Star Wars Day. That way my suggestion of calling the baby Empirer Palpatine wont seem that ridiculous.

Kim’s trying all the myths around activities to bring on labor. Hot curry’s, warm bath’s acupuncture, bouncing up and down on a large inflatable ball for hours on end…none of which are working. If anything they are just making me feel sick watching her, especially the bouncing after eating curry. She’s held off drinking 100ml of caster oil – if it doesn’t work it just means that you are left with the trott’s for about a week, and apparently it tastes pretty horrific.

So our 4 day Easter weekend, in fantastic weather, was spent within about a 5 mile radius of our flat in London. Kim’s fantastic though, she’s not letting fat ankles or an inability to move faster than a sloth get to her much. She just doesn’t want to be induced – as it can last for days and it just seems a bit unnatural.

This may sound odd, but even after 9 months (and a week) I still don’t think I actually believe that Kim is pregnant. She clearly is, obviously, otherwise she’s the greatest pregnancy actress the world has ever known and has a team of award winning prosthetics make-up artists on hand daily (which she might, but it’s highly doubtful) – but it still just feels like some sort of parallel reality that we are going to be having a baby? I hope it starts to feel real when Kim starts screaming – otherwise I’m going to look like the most unsympathetic partner ever to set foot in a maternity ward.