So I was feeling .. off? .. yesterday and had an already scheduled doctor’s appointment. I knew I felt weird, but didn’t realize I was showing it as obviously as I was. (I only realized it this morning, when I came back into work and people were 1) surprised to see me back and 2) glad that I wasn’t “looking like [I] did yesterday”.)
We’re in the phase of weekly checks now, being this far along, but last week’s visit wasn’t groundbreaking or anything. No dilation, no eff..acing(?), but the baby was down. So that was a good start.
Then yesterday, I got the unexpected check that I’m already at 3 cm dilated and 75% effaced. For non-baby folks, that means that The wheels, they are a’turnin and everything kind of flew into high gear yesterday.
Well, I should clarify: things flew into high gear for everyone else yesterday. I really don’t feel like I’m in immediate Any day now! territory or anything. Bryan, however, was hesitant to let me out of the house, and instead went to buy a waterproof pad for my side of the mattress.
See, I just remember Tony’s last few weeks. This conversation happened every week, and happened again yesterday.
Me: So, I’ll see you at next week’s appointment!
Doc: Unless you have a baby before then, in which case we’ll cancel that appointment!
Which reminded me then (and now) of this conversation.
Dread Pirate Roberts: Good night. Sleep well. I’ll most likely kill you in the morning.
And I think we all know how that turned out.