This morning I had an OB appointment. Usually my appointments are right here in Lincoln and are only a 15 minute drive from our house. Today they scheduled me for an appointment in Roseville, a 30 minute drive, and I approached it with growls and grumblings. I mean, for Pete's sake, who schedules an expectant mother a 9:10 AM appointment and expects her to drive further and have her toddler ready and shower and get dressed. Last night I told T, "They rescheduled me since the doctor won't be in Lincoln on Friday, but I don't know why. All they do is listen to the girls' heartbeats and send me home."
Now that you know my expectations, I'll tell you how it all really played out. Amazingly, I got there on time (+ or - 5 minutes is on time to me), went in to the doctor and had him tell me I've effaced and am dilated to a 3! And then with casual optimisim he followed-up with, "I hope we can get one more week out of you. And the good news is that I don't feel a lot of pressure on your cervix, but I think there's a head down at the base. We'll find out for sure at your ultrasound tomorrow."
Wow. So unexpected. I'm praying the girls will take their time and my body will be strong. I want them to be bigger. I want their quilts to be done. I want to be more prepared. I want to not own 2 homes. I want to have our complete 3 months food storage. I want to make T's dentist appointment. I want to actually have my hospital bag packed. Yikes.
P.S. If any of you have encouraging examples of women that were dilated and stayed that way for a while, I'd love to hear them!
