My official due date is 3 weeks from today, but I have already decided that I'm going to be late. I don't feel that "bad" yet. I'm uncomfortable but not to the extent that it seems like I should be at this point. And, I'm still able to walk around the grocery store, unlike my goofy cousin Dawn who was using motorized old people carts to get around by now! The ladies at work are flabbergasted that I'm still prancing around in heels.
Today I had another doctor's appointment...did I mention how fun they've become? The baby's head is still pretty high and I am dilated a "fingertip". The doctor today felt the baby's head, so how high could it have been? Unless she fit more up there then just a finger?!? I don't even want to know. All I know is that I'm going to have to get over it. I'm sure between now and when Peanut arrives, there will be lots of fingers, tools, hands, and whatever else they need, up there. Makes me think that Peanut still wants to chill out at the inn before making his or her grand entrance.
I told the doctor about the dreams that I've had that Peanut is a boy and she told me that there is actually a statistic that 72% of the Mother's dreams, in assuming the sex of the baby, are right! I also had a dream the other night that I was breastfeeding. Wildly enough in my dream, I could feel the sensation of the baby's mouth sucking on my nipples and in my dream I remember thinking to myself , "Hey, this isn't so bad and it actually feels kind of ticklish."
I know, I'm totally going crazy. I'll post some pics soon.
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