My last post was all about numbers. Probably boring…

Well, the first number, 29 may no longer mean anything. Ha. So much for trying to schedule a birthday.
I had a doctors appointment yesterday, and it seems that this little boy may try to grace this earth even earlier than expected.

It seems that I am 4 cm. dilated, 80% effaced, and he’s at a -1 station. Gulp!

Now, I know that I could be at this place for a couple of weeks… but a week ago I was only at 1 cm., and not at all thinned out. Not to mention the fact that the look on my doctors face was one of utter shock when she realized that I’d progressed so much in one week. I guess when things progress that quickly it usually means something is happening.
I have another appointment next Monday afternoon. “If I make it that long,” says my doctor.

As for the c-section… who knows.
I guess its possible that I might try a VBAC, depending on how things look when I go in. She says it all seems like a straight shot right now.

So… we’ll see.

Dave is voting that he wait until after finals. My mom likes Monday. My dad, my sister, and Dave’s mom all vote Sunday. I’d just like him to wait until I can get life around this house a little organized. Ha ha. But I guess its not up to any of us now, is it.

We’ll see…

Oh… on a side note. Last night when we were putting Bridget to bed she took my face in her hands, looked into my eyes, and said:

“Mom, I want Santa to come before Spencer comes. Don’t let him come out early okay. I don’t want him to be sick.”

It was the cutest and also most heart wrenching thing she could have said. See, she’s seen some of the pictures I’ve taken of premature babies recently and asked why they have tubes and wires attached to them. I explained that they are sick, and that sometimes that happens when babies try to come out of their mommy’s tummy’s too early. So I immediately knew why she made that comment. We’ve told her all along that Spencer will come after Santa comes. Its cute to see her concerned for the well being of her soon-to-be little brother.

I tried to explain that even if he comes before Santa he’ll be okay, and that he’s done a pretty good job staying in there and getting big. I hope she understands.