Ding the fries are done!

I mean I am done! But I am not, but I am, but not right now, but may in a little bit. That is how confused I am. One part of me wants this baby out because I am so tired and just done. Another part of me is trying to enjoy this time because I won't be doing this again (at least we are 90% sure of that) plus, now I know how much more tired I will be when the baby gets here. Why isn't there something out there that allows us to not be pregnant for the last two weeks, our baby is put into an artificial womb, then us parents get to go on a good relaxing vacation, and when we come home he take the baby out and enjoy?!?! I would be the richest woman in the world if I could invent that, (oh and it would be covered by insurance). I think our population would triple if that came true.

So, I go back to the doctor on wednesday and maybe some more progress will be made. I am hoping for 3 cm dilated and 90% effaced, then deliver on the 19th just like B. Oh the wishful thinking.

Everything right now is "oh, could this be it?" AND IT IS DRIVING ME NUTS!