OK, here's how things are looking.
We had a splashy moment at around 4am today. But, as the Gillian McKeith lookie-likey midwife has just advised, it wasn't a "goosh" which is apparently a very different phenomenon altogether.
However, because of said splashy moment, it means we can't leave things as they are. Hell no.
So, whilst full on labour may kick in at any moment, if nothing happens before 4am tomorrow - they're sending in a Chilean miner.
In the meantime we wait or, more precisely in Vanessa's case, scoff down a supersize cheeseburger and fries.
By the way, genuine thanks for all your good wishes (although gifts of alcohol would be preferable).
I'm now off to pace the landing.