::bounces on yoga ball::
My next doctor appointment is tomorrow morning. We'll see what my midwife says and figure out how long she'll let me go over. I really don't want to be induced because I really REALLY don't want a c-section so I'm willing to be patient and wait for BabyG to come on his/her own.
I'm starting to get the phone calls and text messages asking if I've had the baby yet/how I'm feeling/asking if I'm having any signs (to which I want to say "YES! My mucus plug is coming out!!" to get people to lay off). I feel great. I'm not waddling TOO badly. The baby is wiggling all the time and is still really low. I'm sure this kid will be just like me - a procrastinator. I'm coming to terms with this and convincing myself that I'll see 41 weeks before the little one decides to show up.
Then I get a phone call from my husband.
A girl he works with (due 2 weeks or so after me) went into labor last night. They just had her baby shower on Monday.
Maybe I should go for a jog around the block...
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