The countdown to d-day begins.

D-day=delivery day

D-day=the day I will be pushing a human out of my hoo-ha.

D-day=the day my hoo-ha will forever hate me for.

You get the idea.

I gave the good old doctor a call yesterday because I had been having contractions all morning about 10 minutes apart, give or take a few minutes, and baby had significantly dropped.

In fact, she has dropped so far that her head is now in between my ankles. Which isn't necessarily a bad thing, considering now I can see what she looks like. She seems to be sporting a giant cyclops eye. Not the most horrible news-glasses will be cheaper, right? Oh I kid, thats just terrible....

ANYWAY, back to calling the doctor: She said it wouldn't hurt to come on in, and she could tell me for sure if I was in labor.

Saweet. Let's get this show on the road.

So, we scrambled to gather all our hospital things 'just in case' and we headed on over.

Long story short, that jerk uterus of mine has decided t doesn't want to dilate yet. Ohhh we are going to play that way, huh?! Fine....

So, we were sent back home, with meds to help me sleep at night should I have more contractions, and were told to call should they become a little more regular/stronger.

Well, feeling sorry for myself, I decided I should go get some cuteness added to my feet. Because Lord knows, thats the first thing this child will see when entering the world-my toes, and I would hate for her to hold against me the fact that I couldn't even take the time to have someone rub and pamper them for me before hand. So, I sacrificed an hour out of my day yesterday and made sure daughter #2 would be proud of my tootsies.
Here is how they turned out:


When I was pregnant with Olivia, I had my toes done, and had them put a little 'O' on my big toe in rhinestones. This time they put a little 'S' on each toe with some pretty rhinestone accents.
'S' for Samantha. Which is the baby's name, for those of you that aren't up on the times. :)

I went back for my regularly scheduled appointment today and discussed how this whole birthing thing was going to go down.
Looks like I will go in next Wednesday and start the good old induction! Yowza. A new baby in one week. CRAZY.

I'm a little nervous, ok TERRIFIED, being as my last labor and delivery experience was nightmarish, but I know I can do this. I was a little concerned with being induced-you hear all these horror stories-but it turns out that she doesn't care to use pitocin to induce unless absolutely necessary, instead she will use a more gentle medication to soften the cervix and get contractions going. That made me feel a little more at ease. A little. :)

So, thats the story morning glory. Sorry that I've been so scarce. Just been a little preoccupied mentally. You know, what with thinking that I'm going to have to be pushing a giant child out of a particular orifice in the near future and all.


AWESOME.