Day 25 in the big brother house, and the house mates await the result of this month's challenge: knock up the wee Irish woman.
Easier said than done, but they did their best.
The last two cycles have been 25 days, so on that pattern we expect the red menace tomorrow, or by Wednesday at a stretch.
To make the 'end of days' more fun, we can always look at the symptoms we have.
Go-goo. Or at least what seems to be go-goo. Could be a good sign at this stage of the cycle, or could be, er, how can I sensitively put this, er... 'leftovers'.
Sore boobies. While I'd love to claim that it's just a result of some manly mammary mauling, it's more likely to be the oncoming red menace, or....
Temperature. In previous cycles, ET's temperature dropped towards the end of the cycle, this one has been a bit different. 7 days after O-fest we had a drop, but it's climbed again.
The drop could be the 'normal' tail off of a non pregnant cycle, with the increase a 'blip', or, it could have been an implantation dip and the unspeakable is happening.
I think the only symptoms of pregnancy that are not exactly the same as the impending red menace are the bowling ball gut and craving for coal.
I'm trying to be a bit cool about it all, but there's a teeny weeny bit of me (not that bit, smartarse) excited at the moment.
A teeny weeny bit.