Have you noticed how the quality of these mirror selfie belly photos has been decreasing over the weeks? If I have to post a 41 week shot or a (heaven forbid! I'm serious right now. Lord, can you please forbid it?) 42 week shot, they are gonna be some doozies. And by "doozies" I of course mean "terrible."
Okay, 40 weeks and still standing. Barely.
So my midwife came by this afternoon and listened to me whine and complain for an hour or three. She is so nice. I'm always in a better mood after she visits even if she doesn't bring magical labor dust to sprinkle all over my house. Which someone should totally invent, bee tee dub. Anyway, my feet and ankles look like terrible water balloons at the end of the day but my blood pressure is great and there is no protein in my urine (isn't it nice how we can just say the word "urine" like it's no big deal? And by "nice" I mean "weird?") so we aren't in panic mode yet.
Then I weighed myself and I am the same weight as my last appointment. Good sign #1. And my digestive tract has been *ahem* clearing itself out *ahem* for the last two weeks = good sign #2. So I finally asked for her to check for dilation because my darling uterus doesn't just start being in labor one day and keep going until baby arrives. Oh nononononononono friends- I have contractions, real ones, not BH, every evening for several hours for weeks leading up to actual labor. So much that Tommy actually stayed home today from work. For nothing. Because I've never done this before? Oy.
Anyway, the prodromal labor is exhausting BUT it is useful. Because here I am obviously not in active labor but am sporting a lovely 3.5 cm of dilation, am 50% effaced, and baby's head is at -1 station.
C'mon, baby! You can doooooooooo iiiiiiiiiiiit!
Let's not discuss the fact that I walked around for an entire week at 4 cm with Mary before real labor started, m'kay? M'kay.
NB- tomorrow is Friday. You know how I feel about Fridays.