Throw a party, I've progressed to 2 cm! Slow but steady, I say. I had a conversation with Dr. Joe this morning about my strong desire to have this baby
as soon as possible. "I'm not really interested in going past my due date... I think he's running out of room in there!"
"Well, good news is I think that's usually what causes them to come out," he replied, as he looked at me with amused eyes. You'd think by his expression that he has had this very conversation before.
Isn't that a relief. Is that supposed to make me feel better? I thought to myself as I smiled back at his dry humor. "Can you estimate how big you think he is?" I asked.
"I'd say high 7's, maybe low 8's," he answered.
"How can you tell?" I questioned out of curiosity.
"Experience." Again that amused smile.
Stick a fork in me...
I know I'm the typical 9-month pregnant woman who is simply DONE. I know, I know, you don't need to say it because I KNOW. I just have to be patient. It'll happen when it happens. There's nothing I can really do about it but let nature take its course. Enjoy these last days of rest. You don't believe it now, but you'll miss these days. Blah, blah, BLAH. Thank you, friends, I know you mean well. But at this point I don't really want to hear anymore of that. Instead I want your sympathy! I'm tired! I'm HUGE! I'm uncoordinated and clumsy! I'm hot and sticky - all the time. I want to be able to see my toes again... and wear all of those clothes I miss... and roll over in bed without having to "help" my belly over. I want heartburn to quit stalking me. And I want SUSHI!
Whew - good to get that out. I think I've done a pretty good job of handling this whole pregnanacy thing well so far, so it was bound to happen. I needed to whine... a little... okay a lot... so thanks for listening.
Those of you who know me well know that patience isn't my strongest attribute. I do have a measure of it, but not as much as I'd like. It's always an area of growth for me, so this whole waiting thing is taking its toll. However, I will do my best to bear through these remaining days as best as I can, and spare you of the complaining...
... I'll save that for Kevin.