We are now at a countdown of one.

Or seven, if you prefer to go by days rather than weeks.

I have this program on my iPhone that gives a week-by-week pregnancy breakdown. This morning I woke up and opened it to see what the new week brings.

It begins with this:

Congratulations! You’ve reached the end of your pregnancy

That’s a scary thing to read first thing in the morning.

Luckily I had just left Karen sleeping in the bed moments before, and she was still quite pregnant and sleeping soundly. If that sleep is pregnancy coming to an end, I could use a little bit of this “labour” myself.

So this baby is somewhere between moments and weeks away, and Karen and I have spent most of the last four days packing. There is precious little in the house which is not in a box. Those few things are necessities to get through to Saturday, which is moving day. We have a contingency plan or two, but truth be told, if the baby decides to make an early appearance, things will get a bit manic around here.

And by a bit manic, I mean incredibly more manic than a baby’s arrival would normally be.

So, little lady — since I know you can read, and visit Daddy’s weblog daily — stay in until after we have moved. And put your bed together. You’ll want somewhere to sleep.

Please?