It's all going wrong.
The pregnancy niggles I've only read about that mostly affect those in their final weeks, have decided - all at once - to come a-knocking on my door.
So to speak.
I won't go into candid detail, but I'll rate my comfort level a sterling 1 out of 10 at the moment.
It might be because I suddenly find myself with (in no particular order):
Thrush, piles, leg rash, acute indigestion, pinched nerve in the foot. I can't walk more than from the bedroom to the kitchen.
It's all going wrong and my nether regions are experiencing what can only be described as the second Crimean War right now.
Mate, it's not pretty.
These final weeks are going to be heavy going.