Was keeping quiet (and still am to family) but after my strange sense of calm from the other day I'm beginning to poop bricks. Going in tomorrow at 7.30. Two booked c sections and I'll be either first or second. The fear of it really is beginning to block out the excitement of the impending bubba. Will be VERY pleased to see her, but whilst OH says he feels excited, I feel only fear and anticipation. I know it won't be that bad, and natural is also painful, but feel so 'OH GOD . . . '. All kicked off by my running my bath now ready to remove my lady garden (they don't even do that for you . . . . . like I can really reach??? . . . . . ) I know she's still in breech, because I can still feel her little head and feet up the top, so it's happening, and there is no emergency stop button. Sorry, just needed to vent as no-one else knows. (so I'll just tell you few hundred women)!!