Today we had another checkup. Coraline now weighs approximately 6 pounds, 12 ounces. And is happy as a clam. Since it turns out my cervix is half thinned-out and I’m at 2 centimeters (woohoo! only 8 more to go!), our doctor let us go ahead and pick a day to be induced. So barring any surprises from Coraline, it looks like her birthday is going to be this Wednesday. As in two days from now. As in Rich and I are now in the happy/scared/anxious/can’t-wait-to-meet-her/scared shitless phase of impending parenthood. Everything is pretty much in place here at the house for her arrival. Tonight we even went to the sheriff’s office to have the carseat base in Rich’s truck secured; we’ll be bringing her home in the truck since my Xterra’s AC is on the fritz and it’s just too hot for a baby to be in right now (I can barely tolerate it at this point — this summer has been miserably hot).
And now the ball is in Coraline’s court. We already know how headstrong our little girl is. Did we choose a day she’ll like for her birthday? Or will she decide to come on her own before then? This is the endgame, Coraline — you have until Wednesday morning to decide. Regardless of when you arrive, your mommy and daddy couldn’t be more excited.
You just know I’m going to be totally useless at work tomorrow.
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| 39 weeks! |
Yeah, you picked a really lousy summer to spend preggers. I'm glad it's almost over! Good luck tomorrow; I'll be thinking of you. Remember to breathe …