I went to the doctor today, which is what I usually do. Go to the doctor. I told her what kind of labor I wanted and she was totally cool with it. My BP is fine. My Blood Sugar is not fine but it doesn't really matter.
Know why?
Because they're taking me off of all the medication that stops me from having the baby. And I'm already 2cm dilated. And when the medication wears off I'll probably start having contractions and then we will have a 4 weeks early tiny baby with perfectly healthy lungs and everything.
If you were for some reason to find yourself with your fingers in my vagina, you would actually be able to touch the baby's head.
As much as I've been bitching and moaning about this whole thing, now I'm completely freaked out by the idea that there will be a Baby. At my house. All the time. A real baby.
Erp.
Sounds like the nipper is just itching to get out into the big, wide world. I'm guessing head position is a good thing (I feel like I know SO much more about all this after seeing Mr. Starball's recent theatrical endeavor), and that the dialation will proceed apace.
Good luck, and can't wait to see the little spud.
Posted by: COMTE at January 30, 2006 12:59 PM"Sounds like the nipper is just itching to get out into the big, wide world."
Are you fucking kidding me?
Posted by: Joshua at January 30, 2006 09:30 PMI have to imagine that living in my uterus must be pretty boring at this point. Nothing happening. Nothing to look at. No boobs to suck on.
Posted by: JtotheP at January 31, 2006 02:19 AM"I have to imagine that living in my uterus must be pretty boring at this point. Nothing happening. Nothing to look at. No boobs to suck on."
My point exactly.
Posted by: COMTE at January 31, 2006 12:56 PM"I'm completely freaked out by the idea that there will be a Baby. At my house. All the time. A real baby."
WORD.
Posted by: Tina at February 6, 2006 10:10 AM