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George and Freddy both made it to Cub Camp, spent the weekend at Cub Camp, and returned from Cub Camp - all in one piece, and without any problems. Oh, sure, I was informed of a list of injuries when we picked them up - banged my arm on this, hit my knee on that, and even one “fell out of a tree” which was news to Akela - but all were reported with smiling, glowing faces, and the one complaint - that it had been cold during the night last night - was immediately followed by “but it was okay because I just put my sweater on”.

This was Freddy’s first time at Cub Camp, but I hadn’t worried about him, because all the energetic, social activity that Cub Camp involves is right up his street. When George went off for his first ever Cub Camp, I was quite anxious, but I knew Freddy would handle it just fine. He was a bit nervous when they were leaving on Friday, but I told him to expect to have fun, to be tired on Saturday afternoon and maybe even want to come home for a while, but then to expect to get a second wind and have such a good time that by Sunday he wouldn’t want to come home at all. We walked across the field where they’d camped and were greeted with Freddy’s grinning face looking up at us and saying, “I don’t want to go home!!!!”

George was the one with the extensive list of injuries, but managed to make it right through Cub Camp without a single wobbly moment - which didn’t surprise me terribly much, because I figured he’d save them up and have an almighty meltdown after getting home. But he also managed to make it through dinner and into bed tonight without a single wobbly moment. Now that surprised me. There’s hope for him yet

It’s weird, but even when everyone’s in bed and fast asleep, even after the time when George and Freddy would also be out of my sight and silent, I’m still aware of their absence from the house.

I spent the weekend not finding and going through baby-clothes and not considering baby-name options. I had a visit from two more midwives yesterday morning; they noted that I had no swelling, no headaches, no visual disturbances and that although my blood pressure was raised when they took it with me sitting up and talking, after lying down for a minute, it had dropped substantially - so they toddled off happy. And all that was after an argument with Barney, who considered it the height of horribleness that I insisted that at 9.15 a.m., he put down his GameBoy, get out of bed and have a shower. And today I did find and inflate a birthing-pool, and this afternoon after collecting Freddy and George, we stopped and bought a new hose to use for filling it, so I suppose we’re one step closer to ready. Ah, what’s the rush…I’m only 38 weeks on Tuesday