I am dilated to a 2, and 50% effaced. Hooray for my body doing this all by itself so far. I think one reason is because it has already done this before and it knows what to do now, and another reason is because I have been getting adjustments from my adorable chiropractor, Dr. Amy. She just plain got me all fixed up.
She's probably going to be here so soon.
Also, I love Oliver. Today at the chiropractor's office he sang his ABC's to an adorable little girl in a leopard print dress, and made silly faces for her so she would laugh. It worked. Later, he told me that I needed to tell him right before baby "pops out of my belly" so he can hurry and put on his Iron Man glove, his Iron Man other glove, his Iron Man suit, and his Iron Man helmet so he can surprise her. Thank god babies can barely see anything when they are born.
At bed time this evening I suggested he sleep in mom's bed so we can snuggle. It went like this:
Me: Okay Oliver, it's time for pj's! Do you want to sleep in (insert barely muttered words here) Oliver's bed, or (insert crazy-eyed, too-wide smile and raised eyebrows here) do you want to sleep in (insert opposite the "inside voice" here) MOMMY'S BED?!
Oliver (laughing): Mommy's bed! That's a good idea, Mom. You are hilarious.
After all, there will be a new baby here soon causing me to be tired all the time, and she will be stuck to my body nursing every two hours, and sleeping in our room for a little while. I feel like I am going to miss him.
Wow. 39 weeks. We are almost at the finish line. It's been quite a ride.