B-Day Approacheth

You can tell that we're closing in on B-Day...

Helen and I were watching TV this evening (Rove [Live] to be precise), and Helen Kept prodding her tummy.
I enquired as to what she was doing, and she replied that she was getting worried, as the baby hadn't moved all day. My opinion was that there probably wasn't enough room for it to move much anymore, but this didn't stop Helen from being concerned.
Within sixty seconds, she had woken her unborn child, and it rippled and rolled for the next hour.
Justice is done.

On the subject of my lovely wife - why is it that she can't just sit still for five minutes? I mean, she hasn't stopped cleaning for days! Clean, organise, re-organise...
I know that I read in one of her four million pregnancy books/guides that, for the final months of pregnancy, women can carry on like this - "creating a nest", I think it was called.

"Loony-Tunes", I call it!!