Now that is a baby in full-on, headin’ out mode. Interesting appointment yesterday. We went in expecting our usual upbeat, pat on the back, “nice job kiddo, good progress you’re making there”. Instead we got more of a “wow, that’s a lot of progress, and wow, that baby has really dropped” followed by a comment on when the doctor was on and off call in the near future and a reminder of when it’s time to come into the hospital for the real deal.
All of a sudden I’m just not feeling so ready.
All week long I’ve been so very, very ready. Ready to be in possession of a body that is all my own again. Now. Hmmm. Not so sure…
I’m saying right now that I will spare you all the minute details of this process, and I won’t be blogging from the delivery room. But when I say progress, well, you know what I mean about progress. My numbers daughter will be so proud. And I’m also saying this to you now because I know that I will jinx myself by saying it, thereby sentencing myself to three more weeks of no progress whatsoever, and that’s a risk I’m willing to take. I’m not ready, not yet. Give me a few more days and I will be, but just…not…yet…
We are ready when you are!
Love you,
Mom and Dad