The last few days, and the first. (Flashback Friday)

This time 8 years ago, I was still in England, very heavily pregnant in fact I was almost 2 weeks past my due date. I was impatient although I tried to appreciate the last few days before the baby's arrival like everyone kept telling me to. It was a strange in-between time, not yet dealing with a newborn, but not able to do much else in the meantime, too uncomfortable to drive, to sit still for long, or to stand for too long. Very tired (or so I thought at the time!) but unable to sleep well. At 35 weeks We were living with my parents in between selling our own house and moving to Cyprus, so I was enjoying not having to do much around the house other than arrange myself between tons of cushions with snacks and a DVD box set, yet also wanting to not live out of boxes and to settle in our own place. It was a really strange, wanting to get on with so many things but also unable to quite imagine how everything ...