Still Waiting...

I'm not much of a detail girl. I like knowing the details - and writing them down and researching and making cute little spreadsheets with clip art. But I'm no good with sharing the details. Especially on the phone. So if you've called me lately and I've given you a 5 second conversation then I apologize. And I was probably pretty grumpy during that 5 seconds, so I apologize for that too. It seems that my fuse is getting shorter by the day. What once took 15 minutes to get on my nerves now takes less than 10 seconds. And I can step outside of myself to see it happening but yet I can't stop it. As much as I'm ready to meet this baby, that is only a portion of my discontent. I want to breathe again. And stop cramping. And stop swelling. And be able to put on pants/socks/shoes without pain and grunting. And get up off a couch without having to roll off the couch. And have my bladder last more than 20 minutes at a time. (Even though it is incredibly sweet that Camille follows me and claps every time saying, "Yeah Mommy! Good girl!")

But I will be patient. Because it seems that nothing else is working to get her here any sooner.

Last doctor's appt I was 5 cm and "ready". I don't know what "ready" means, but she said everything was very favorable for delivery and she expected to see me soon. But she said that the week prior, so I am starting to think that all these measurements and what not are bogus.

I go back to the doctor on Monday. She promised that if nothing had happened then she could admit me and make something happen. She joked that I could bring my bags and she'd send me straight to the hospital. I hope she wasn't joking because the bags are coming. Even with a worst case scenario there should be a baby this time next week, so be on the look out for pictures.