We are 90% effaced and 1 cm dialated - the baby is "real, real low" and the doc thinks its a 50/50 chance we'll go this week. This is all good news to mommy as it is increasing uncomfortable to walk, sit, stand, eat, sleep...you get the drift. Everything at home is ready - we mean EVERYTHING. All is missing is the little man and we are hopeful for his arrival soon.
John is being a WONDERFUL daddy-to-be and husband. He has spent every weekend building baby things or hanging shelves or cleaning out cabinets and he's been wonderful to me - rubbing my feet and back, making sure I eat right, keeping the air conditioner real low even though he's freezing -- but most of all, tolerating my moaning and moodiness and telling me what a trooper I am and that I am not in this alone -- I couldnt do this without him and I know as unbearable as the labor might be, I'm lucky to have him as my coach and partner. Now, who wants to volunteer to rub his feet and give him a pep talk??
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