Thursday, October 1, 2009

The cushion is the culprit.

by heirtoblair on October 1, 2009

Not my water. Not pee. So we’re left with my fat ass just squeezing out all the remaining fluid from the hose-down on Sunday afternoon. oh, and ZERO dilation. 50% effaced. Still not dropped. It’s looking like I could easily be pregnant another two weeks since I am not remotely “inducable.” I’ll update more later […]

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I made brownies.

by heirtoblair on October 1, 2009

& cleaned my house. & did a load of laundry. & made sure my mums have plenty of water. Just in case they say, “Okay, you’re having a baby today!” when I go in to get checked at 3pm today. So I’ll probably eat the entire pan of brownies, too. Just in case. I should […]

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For the majority of all water-break fake-outs, pee is involved. You’re standing innocently in Harris Teeter, perusing the cans of diced tomatoes (garlic? olive oil? petite diced?) and without warning, you’re standing in a puddle with your jeans soaking wet. Did your water break? you panic. NO. The baby kicked you in the bladder & […]

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