Today is my due date.

Well hello there due day, didn't think I would see you come around. BLAH. Went to the doctor yesterday and she decided she could strip my membranes, if I wanted. Of course, anything to help this process along. Needless to say that only hurt a little ;-). So now I am 3 cm and 90 % effaced, -1 station. She still thinks he is 7lbs (although the ultrasound my friend did measured 8lbs, I know it can be off + or - 1 lb, but still yikes!). There is a lot of fluid so if my water breaks spontaneoulsy, bust out the Ark. We have done everything imaginable to try and get him out. Chinese food, eggplant parmiganm, walking, stripping membranes, and of course sex. Apparently he is coming when he wants to and there is nothing we can do about it. Maybe I will just try and stay busy so I don't think about it. I am feeling every emotion possible fraustration, joy, scared, anxious, excited, happy, denial, and so on. I just want to rip the band-aide off already. Mike is just as antsy as the rest of the concerned friends and family that keep calling. I have another appointment on the 20th for an NST and fluid check. She said then we will set up an induction day. They kept telling me that they doubt I will make it to my due date and now they doubt I will make it to my next appointment. Obviously no one knows when he is coming.