Still waiting. My mom arrives tonight. The hubby is looking forward to having her here so he doesn’t feel guilty leaving the house for short periods of time. We’re both anxious, excited and all the rest.

My doc’s office is great. Great people, fully competent, but they jotted down my due date wrong, or at least changed their minds somewhere down the road and didn’t tell me. They have written down that the baby was due yesterday, but originally they told me she is due this coming Tuesday. I think it must be easy to think an 8 looks like a 3 and write it down wrong. There was a number written incorrectly from my first visit as well (about my weight… making me lighter) which normally wouldn’t have bothered me, but I felt it was important to be accurate for the baby’s sake. Thankfully my doc believed me and corrected it (the nurse practitioner sort of looked at me cross-eyed when I pointed it out… as if I was loony for wanting the chart to say I weighed more...)

So, if the lil girl doesn’t come on her own, We are pretty sure we are going to induce. Part of me is leery. There are risks associated with inducing birth. We took the 5 week childbirth preparedness class and saw all of the videos (some very frightening when you’re preggers) and read all of the literature. And I thought then that I’d never induce. No way. But… now that I’m as big as a couple of houses and there are loads and loads of pressure in the pelvis area and some days I just feel ready to get that pressure off of my hips and lower belly, well inducing doesn’t sound so bad. It sounds pretty good.

Time is going to tell. But either way, by next week our bundle of joy should be here in my arms instead of in my belly. Woot!