My boobs. Are so out of control. I can't even remember what size they are.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Weekly appointment stats. Heart rate was 151. Still 80% effaced. Now dilated 2 cm. Here's to getting through the slightly psychotic list of things to do that has been created since this afternoon's appointment.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Gruesome Googles. If a weak-stomached person were to pull up the Google history on this computer for the last couple of weeks, he or she might vomit. I've looked up things that would set off alarms at work, and I fear the searches are only going to become more unpleasant.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
A wonderful shower. With lots of wonderful people today. Thank you.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Shaving. Seriously. Sucks.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Weekly appointment stats. Heart rate was 135, and then 141 when taken again. Dilated 1 cm and 80% effaced. Baby is positioned in the right spot, and ready to roll.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Dribble. Trips to the bathroom don't deserve a verb as meaningful as pee anymore. Dribble is more appropriate. How many times did I dribble today? Thirteen. Yes, a tally sheet was kept and that number is correct (although, the total does not include my middle-of-the-night dribbling).