I'm excited to announce I've made some progress within the past week. Last Thursday was my second pelvic exam and Dr. V announced I was 1cm dilated and my cervix was "thinning quite well" (whatever the heck that means). He also mentioned I am probably due a little sooner than Aug. 23rd and that V is almost 6.5 lbs now. I'm always skeptical when he estimates her weight gain because I've heard so many stories of doctors being way off on a baby's size. I'm like "Really doc? I have a six pounder in my 4 foot 10 body?" If she really is that big already then that explains a lot about my potty mishaps (I'll explain later).
Dr. V also said that I need to start considering being induced early if she gets too large for me. He's concerned that waiting too long will only make it more difficult for me to have a natural delivery. As much as I hated the idea of pitocin, I'm totally open to it now that I'm realizing how freakin uncomfortable it is to be sweating like a pig in Texas in August! Plus I am just sooooo ready to meet her. Tomorrow morning I have another pelvic exam and hopefully I will have a better idea of her arrival date. I would so love for him to say "I hope you brought your bag, because you're having a baby today!" How amazing would that be! Tonight Lance and I are planning to walk a few laps at Target to get this baby moving!
Speaking of the hubs....
Two nights ago he caused me to laugh so hard that I started to sob uncontrollably! This is what went down... I had just crawled into bed and was ready to fall asleep, when he came into the room in complete darkness. I could see him trying to find his way to the bed. I typically sleep on my side facing the outside of the bed, but because of where Vivien was positioned, I was actually facing inward. So Lance got into bed, and just like he always does, put his weight on me to pull himself a little closer into a spooning position. Except only problem was that he pulled me by my belly and I yelled at him. He said "That's your stomach?! I thought that was your butt!" Ok. Wait just a minute...wth? So now my ass is just as big as my huge 9 month pregnant belly? Before I could get upset I started laughing so hard my stomach hurt and I started tearing up. When he realized he was in the clear, he started laughing with me. Then out of nowhere, my laughter turned into cries and I started bawling like a hormonal freak. His laughs came to a stop and he apologized for making it sound like I had a huge ass (which by the way I really do), but I don't think I was even crying about his comment. It bothered me even more when I realized I had no clue what I was upset about. So I started to shout outloud ( I didn't mean to shout, but it comes out that way when you can stop crying) "I'm just so happy! I'm crying because I'm so happy". Am I a freak or what? I got up to blow my nose and wash my face and then it was over. I just chuckled back to the bed and fell asleep. It's amazing what hormones and a fat joke will do to you!
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