I’m an early person. Or at least, I’m an on time person. I’ve always been that way. I’m no good at being late (fashionably or otherwise). When I would meet my friends for dinner or drinks, I would have to try extra hard to be late, lest I end up sitting at a table for eight all alone.
A chip off the old block, my first baby arrived a full week earlier than expected. It was kind of nice because I always just assumed that he would be late. So, a week before my due date, I wasn’t really even waiting for him yet.
This time, things are bit different. I am two days away from my due date and am already wondering where this kid is. I think we all expected him to be here by now – even my doctor. I know he’s not late yet – in fact it’s still early – but I can’t really believe he’s not here.
I saw my OB today and it looks like things have progressed a bit since last week. I’m now 2cm dilated and 80% effaced. The baby’s head is nice and low. He “stretched my membranes” which hurt like a bitch. He seems to think things are imminent and that I could even go into labour as soon as tonight. I’m not so confident.
So, I guess we continue to wait and see.