(posting this for posterity at 38+ weeks pregnant)
The past few days I had been having some good Braxton-hicks contractions, getting me excited about our upcoming due date. Warren and Eason accompanied me to my doctor's appointment on Friday, March 6, when I turned 37 weeks pregnant with Evie. Eason was strapped safely in his stroller, positioned so he would not see anything that might scar him for the rest of his life. My appointment was at 9:15 and Warren had a 10:00 meeting, but this new doctor's practice that I go to is very efficient and wonderful. As we were waiting on the doctor, I encouraged Warren to go ahead and leave for his appointment, but he faithfully stayed by my side and said, "No, I want to hear the doctor say that nothing is going on and we still have at least 3 more weeks before the baby comes."
The doctor arrived soon after asked how we were and I relayed to him that I had been having some good practice contractions. he seemed pleased with that and said well let's see what we've got. Upon his examination he remarks, "you have been having contractions. You are dilated about 2 cm and 70% effaced." Warren's face went a little ashen, as the doctor then said, "you'll probably have this baby within the next week and a half to two weeks."
C'mon Evie, Mommy is ready to meet you!