No, I'm not talking about the invasion of Normandy during World War II. I'm talking about my due date (Maybe it should be DD Day?). Well, it looks as though I won't be one of those few women who has her baby on her due date. (Less than 10 percent actually do!) My oven timer must have broken. I'm also still pretty suspicious of Baby Lump's scheming plot to steal my birthday.
Maybe not though. According to my doctor's visit today, I haven't really progressed at all since last week. Although the baby's head is low and I feel like I've been having a lot more Braxton Hicks contractions, I'm still only two centimeters dilated, so my status is pretty much the same as it was during my last visit. I guess my little tenant just finds me a much too comfortable mom motel to check out of. I prefer to think of myself as a five star hotel actually.
I do, however, have an appointment for my induction. It was originally scheduled for next Tuesday (January 20), but I was able to reschedule it for a few days later to give myself more time to go into labor naturally. It looks as though the launch of Baby Lump will be initiated on the morning of January 23 at the latest, which means he/she could possibly share a birthday with (Boston's beloved) John Hancock and, - even better - Tiffani-Amber Thiessen! I guess you could say that on January 23, I'll be saved by the bell. Ha. Ha. (cricket, cricket)
The countdown begins - either way, there are only (at max) ten more days left of a pregnant me!
Oven Timer: 40 weeks!!!
(Maximum) Days Until We Meet Baby Lump: 10