Wow. Big doin’s at the OB yesterday… First of all, I only gained one pound! Yay! I’m so relieved, isn’t that sad? So I’m right at 30 pounds gained so far. Not too bad, but more than I’d hoped. But what are you gonna do?

Second thing: the doctor confirmed that the baby indeed had dropped. “His head is right there.” Yippee! I’m not totally insane!

Third thing: I’m 90% effaced, which means that my cervix is almost completely thinned out. That means a lot of the work that goes into labor is already done!

Finally: (drumroll please) I’m 2 cm dilated! Holy frijoles! As a matter of fact, my doc said that my cervix “melted” to 2 cm just by her feeling it because it is so paper-thin. Yikes!

So what does all this mean, gentle readers? It means that this baby could come at any moment! Oh. My. God. Am I ready? Is Tim ready? Is the baby ready? All I know is that I could barely sleep last night, for fear that my water would break at any given moment. I felt nauseous, I felt gassy, I had “bathroom unpleasantness.” Earlier that evening, I had some contractions, but they were very irregular and lasted less than an hour.

I got up finally at ten to five and was going to eat something to see if that made me feel less nauseous, but I ended up unloading the dishwasher and getting sidetracked with other domestic chores. I tried to lay back down at 5:30, but was back up again at 5:45 because I felt so sick. Now, I should explain that this feeling of nausea comes from this feeling of crampiness I have in my stomach, or rather, where my stomach used to be. So are these contractions? Am I crazy? Who knows?

So Kirby and I went for a very early morning walk just because I needed to get out of the house and do something. We walked all over the neighborhood for about half an hour, then came back to find that poor Tim had been awoken by the rest of the dogs who were jealous that they didn’t get to go for a walk. Poor Tim!

Once Tim left for work, I went back to bed and slept for about an hour, which was pretty good. I woke up feeling much better, much less freaked.

I’ve pretty much just decided to stop worrying about it, you know? I mean, there’s nothing I can really do except try all those silly home-remedy-type things like eating spicy food, having “vigorous” sex or taking castor oil. The baby will make his appearance when he’s ready. And that’s fine with me. Today.