41 weeks. Or 40+7, as I believe we now say. This baby is quite happy where she is, thank you very much, and despite how much crying that's making me do, she's not keen on making a break for freedom.
At least I can now say that I only have a week left. Hopefully. Gah.
(Oh that's my niece, Anouk, btw, sitting neatly atop my bump. Glad to know it can serve a purpose somehow.)