Here we go. Or is it here we wait. Jodi had her weekly internal exam today and we were pleased to find out that she is dialed to 1CM. The doctor also thinned out her cervix to help things along. So what does that mean? It means it could take a week or it could happen today.
We also found out that no matter what, Tuesday will be the latest that the doctor will let her go. So fingers and toes are crossed for her to go into labor tonight or this weekend. We would both rather everything go naturally instead of being induced.
Time to double check the bags, do the final cleaning of the house and get things in order. We are very excited!
I am becoming impatient. Message to Ziggy in the belly…let’s get moving and groovin buddy. You have a few anxious people waiting to meet you!
Ok, so by now you know that I am freaking out a bit because I don’t think we are ready for Ziggy to arrive. T-16 days now until his due date and I finally am feeling a bit more confident. Things that we achieved last night:
Took apart and washed Eli’s old infant car seat. Then spent an hour trying to put it together again!
Arranged Viacord (we did this with Eli so it is only fair to do it for Ziggy)
Put the base in each car for the car seat (it just never feels like it is in tight enough for me)
Raised the mattress of the crib one notch higher (to the highest setting).
Made the crib all up with the newly washed sheets etc.
Got the dog scheduled for a haircut and bath
Ordered all the new breast pump tubing
Finalize our birth plan (LOL – we don’t even have one!)
All in all, I feel more confident. We still need to pack a bag for Jodi and Eli, gather a list of everyone to call, and get the house and rugs cleaned by a pro.
With 18 days left before Ziggy joins the world as its newest citizen my body clock has started to make the sleep deprivation adjustment. I have been waking up every few hours and sleeping lighter than ever before. I guess my natural instincts are kicking in again because I remember, a long long time ago, before Eli was even a thought in my head that I could sleep through anything. When I hit the pillow, I was out for the count! The only thing that could wake me up was the noxious gas that I would occasionally emit from my ass after some spicy Mexican food.
Since Eli was born, I wake up if the dog farts, and not because of the smell. In short, I am already exhausted and dreaming of a full six hours of sleep with 3 weeks left before I have to be up. I don’t think it is fair, but I think I will look back at this and say thank GOD that I got used to the lack of sleep weeks ago!
Everything looks great, Jodi is doing well, she is complaining more and more lately which is normal, and she is trying to throw the, “I am 9 months pregnant” card ten times a day, which I simply shake my head and remark that she needs to suck it up cupcake (which does not go over well).