I had to share this here as you're the only people who'll appreciate it!
Last night I was falling asleep, and dh was spooning me. I think he thought I'd fallen asleep, 'cos he starts talking to the baby; telling him that he loves him already, and that he can't wait to meet him. I didn't let on that I was listening because he probably would have stopped, but it was so lovely to drift off to sleep knowing that our babe was surrounded by that love
Also, some friends dropped off the wooden cradle that they're lending us and dd went NUTS! running round the house shouting 'cradle for the baby!! babyyyyyyyy! baby coming! I rock the baby!' It was freakin' hysterical...and no, she hadn't found my chocolate stash