There was a moment on the bed where I was so comfortable I thought the baby was just going to shoot right out. Honestly I’m surprised I didn’t pee myself I was that calm, my pelvic floor exercises went straight out the window.

My bones still feel like butter when the facial specialist starts to remove my refreshing detoxing goo. The water she uses is warm. As she wipes away at my skin, it’s as though my worries wipe away with it. A part of me wonders what my boys are up to, but there is no anxiety about being away from Jack like there has been at other points in his life.

No, today it is just sheer curiosity because I know they will be having just as much – if not more – fun than me. Skating around, eating junk food, a day filled with fun and adventure as I enjoy the opposite. The quiet calm before the storm of having this little girl running us in circles.

“You’re all done Miss Ainsley, feel free to enjoy the pool during the rest of your day.” The spa woman says in the classic, soft whispered tone that feels so cliché but so right.

Taking my time to soak in the last few seconds on this shockingly comfortable wooden chair I feel the baby wiggle around, followed by a small stabbing pain. I have been getting these little pains for a while now, so I know that the baby is coming closer and closer every day. Braxton Hicks scared the life out of me the last time around – the false labour pains really know how to shock you.

When Jack was coming, every little thing scared me: every little cramp, I thought he was going to come; every little kick, I thought he might fracture a rib. Basically, I was a mess. But now I’m more relaxed. I think it’s because I’ve had a little bit of practice but I also know as strong as Liam is, when he is faced with me actually going into labour he is going to shit himself.

All day Lyndsey has been eyeing up the Jacuzzi but won’t tell me she wants to go in because she knows there’s no pregnant people allowed, so I walk over. I hear the hurried slap of her slipper-clad feet scurrying after me as I settle myself on the edge, dipping my legs into the jets. The warm water pulses on my swollen ankles and it makes me feel just as good as the massage.

“El! What are you doing? You can’t get in there!” There is genuine concern in her voice as though she thinks this is my first time ever hearing pregnancy Jacuzzi rules.

“I know. But you can. Anyway, this feels good as hell so good luck getting me up without a fight.” And I’m not lying.