Yesterday was my 39th week appointment.
I've lost a few pounds, which I was told is normal before going into labor. I saw the Doctor, whom I haven't seen in a month or so. I've been seeing the nurse practitioner for the last few visits. She did a pelvic exam to see how things were progressing. It was the most uncomfortable exam...ever. I was wincing on the table as she was so rough. I'm still at about 1 1/2 cm dialated, but now 80% effaced. So, there is a little more progress than last week. I also asked about the station number, because in the past I was always just told he was low. She said he was at a zero. Not as low as I had been thinking, but not floating either. So he's trying to come out. She mentioned how she hoped I would have the baby this weekend, but there's no telling when Logan will make his arrival.
After the exam was complete she said that I might spot a bit (I thought she was trying to pull the baby out right there, I expected some spotting from that!). I really think she stripped the membranes without telling me. But who knows. All I know is that I haven't felt the same since. I've been really achey & crampy. I have been spotting quite a bit & I just don't feel "right". So, if she did strip the membranes & it works, then I can expect to see Logan in the next 2-7 days (like I wasn't already expecting that anyway). We'll see what happens.
After the appointment, Bill & I went out for dinner. I ate more than I ever thought I could. I was starved. We rolled ourselves out of the restaurant & we went to the store to get stuff to make sugar cookies for dessert. There were so many pregnant women there I thought I might have missed the memo for a convention. It seemed that sugar was on everyones mind last night! The cookies were great though. Plus we made popcorn too. I don't know where I found the room for all of this, maybe a secret second stomach.
As for the birthday game, My mother in law was guessing that Saturday (today) would be the day. We still have all day, but I dont think so. Bill is somewhat giving up because all of his predicitons have not come true. But then again, he was guessing on some early dates. So now he thinks that the 31st (Tuesday) might be the day. I'm still sticking to February 1st or 2nd (Wednesday/Thursday), his due date. With our luck, Logan is going to be as stuborn as I am (grrrreaaaat) & hold off for a couple more weeks. If he doesn't show up this next week, I have another Doctors appointment for Thursday.