Could it be? I'm only a 3?!

No more dilating in the last week. hum.... 40% effaced. hum......
Oh, well. Thank heaven I am at the end of this.

11 Days until my self imposed inducement (hope the DR cooperates on this).

Dr Sanders did tell me today, "You're going to have this baby soon." To bad nobody knows how soon is soon.

We have finally resorted to praying in our family prayers, "Please let this baby come soon."

I ran into my counsin's wife at the DR's office today. She is due 4 days after I am. I asked her if she was done. She said, "Oh, I'm okay. I wake up with weird contractions in the middle of the night. But, I'm hoping he'll stay in there as long as possible."

Why don't I think like that? I know the stress and adjustment a new baby takes. Too bad I have that "grass is greener" syndrome. A good friend once gave me the following narrative:

Life is a hospital bed where every patient is obsessed by the desire of changing beds. One would like to suffer opposite the stove, another is sure he would get well beside the window.
It always seems to me that I should be happy anywhere but where I am, and this question of moving is one that I am eternally discussing with my soul.