Not So Bad

I managed to squeak through another Sunday without people saying anything obnoxious. Maybe it's the holiday weekend and everybody is just too happy with time off and decent weather to say stupid things. Whatever the reason...I'm thankful.

So it's Sunday night and still no signs of impending labor. I'm guessing I'm not gonna get my weekend wish. But that's ok. I'm trying to appreciate the rest of the time I have with him inside me. I'm sure I'll miss his wigglings once he is out. I also have had a few anxiety attacks over the past few days about his arrival. I've shed some tears and done some freaking out about the change that is to come and not knowing what the heck to do with a baby. Luckily, these panics don't last too long, but still, I'd prefer they'd go away. I like being excited about his coming...not scared. Hopefully it's just my crazy hormones.

At Friday's check-up I was 2cm dilated and 75% effaced. Not bad progress. More to come at next Wednesday's appt. I'll keep you all posted.