“It could be a little bit.”
That’s what my OB told me this morning at my appointment. I am apparently a fingertip dialated and 60 percent effaced, whatever that means. The OB is still sticking to her original due date of Sept. 28 while I am holding out on Sept. 23 since I think I know best when this baby was concieved. It doesn’t matter in the long run, Reed is going to come when he wants to, and there is nothing I can do about it!
I’m trying not to be frustrated but I am more than ready to have this baby. Walking which has been very difficult more months, has gotten even harder and more painful. Sleeping is so-so at best, with my hips going numb after a short time regardless of what side I lay on. I am sure that is preparing me for the lack of sleep I will soon be getting with feedings throughout the night and the little one waking up frequently.
I am still working, but at home full-time, thanks to my awesome supervisors. I can tell I am getting even more fatigued so it is great not to have to get dressed or shower each morning - I get to sleep a little longer that way. The dog and cats are pretty good office mates, except they like to follow me into the bathroom and sometimes Sasha tries to type on the keyboard.
Pray I don’t drive my sweet hubby nuts these last few days. I am not the most pleasant person to be around and he is the closest target.
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