GUESS WHAT!!!!! Omg omg omg omg omgomgomgomgomg!!

Wednesday!!!
I had my appointment today with the OB. He says that he's concerned about Peanut's size (Why NOW??? Where were YOU four weeks ago, doc??? ) He asked what my feelings were about going late. I told him about my fear of having to labour for hours and hours only to wind up having a c-section because she's so big. He said that's ok. At least you can have a c-section. The worst is when the shoulders get stuck, and the baby's head is out. Then the baby is just stuck and you can't have a c-section. He didn't say what the fix for that would be, but that's an even MORE terrifying thought than the one that was bugging me already! Nice guy, eh? Rargh.

Anyway, after the internal he said I am fingertip dilated already, and my cervix is nice and soft, so he would like us to go in on WEDNESDAY AT 7AM TO BE INDUCED!!!!!! Omg, I can hardly believe it!!

By Thursday, I will have MY BABY IN MY ARMS!!! Good Lord. How am I going to make it through tomorrow? How am I going to sleep tomorrow night???? My baby is coming!! ON WEDNESDAY!!!!!

OMGOMGOMG!!!!

Sooo ready.

I'm doing ok, but I'm ready now. I am just so tired of being unable to stand up without issues, and being unable to bend over without grunting...I'm tired of sore hips, and my sore back, and I am just SOOOO anxious to meet this baby!! I have an OB appointment tonight at 6:45 and although I will have to endure an internal, he is going to be checking whether the baby is engaged and whether we may be able to induce. I am hoping that we can because this kid is BIG and I don't want to add any additional risk of having to have a C-section after labouring for hours, kwim? If we can get her out before she reaches monster proportions, I will be a happy camper. Plus I am just impatient. :P

Trying to get Peanut to hurry up.

Kelly and I went to the mall, and for about 4 hours we just walked and walked. There was only one break for me when we went to Johnny Rocket's for an early dinner, though. Oh, and poor me. I barely fit in the booth!! By the time we left, I had a big line in my tummy where the table edge was. After all that walking I was totally pooped, but guess what. Nada. I was just really sore yesterday like I had done some serious workout or something....my back especially was killin me! At about 11:00pm last night the cramps started up real good. I was getting it once every 45 mins to an hour which is basically nothing except that they were so consistent. Joe was out, so I decided to stay up and wait for him because I was working on something. He FINALLY stumbled home at 3:30 (whole 'nother story), and the cramps had been pretty consistent up to then. I fell asleep at about 4, and that was it. Today nothing so far. Very VERY frustrating.Oh well...from 10pm when Joe went out until he came home, I managed to knock out 8 receiving blankets, another decorative little pillow, a throw blanket, and two nursing pillows. At least I was productive, even if Peanut wasn't!

I find out tonight at my appointment what the plan of attack will be. I get to have an internal. YAY! I think if he finds that she is engaged and I am 'getting there' he will consider inducing. Hopefully SOOOOOON. I am worried by the Baby Stories I see when the mom is labouring for hours and hours and hours and just can't do it and the baby has to be born via c-section. I would rather try and have her before she reaches astronomical proportions so as to hopefully minimize the risk of being in that position! Ok, if I have to have one I have to have one, but if I can cut my risk factors, that would be nice too!

As to Joe coming home late, he was at the mercy of the group since he didn't drive, so that I can sorta excuse, but the condition he came home in was reprehensible. He couldn't walk, only stagger. I hadn't seen him that drunk since his stag, and then he wound up sitting on the couch telling me he felt sick from it. "Well serves you right, you bum!!" I told him. Then he fell asleep on the couch and that was that. But imagine if something HAD happened! How would I explain that to the doctors at the hospital? "Yeah, he's drunk. Give ME any information directly" Omg. How shameful! The thing is, he really IS genuinely excited, and he just thought it was the last chance he would have to go out with the boys and really paint the town. I can see that, but still. Ugh. I was mad, what can I say. When he's sober, I have never seen him more excited, though. He talks to my belly and tells her to come out. He calls me a couple times a day from work to ask me how I'm doing. "Anything yet?" is his phrase of the moment. I just can't wait till I can say "Yes...come home!" to that one.