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.