Nearing the Finish Line!

Today I had a really great appointment with my midwife, Kristen. My sister joined me today because E is going into work early in order to come home early and take care of me. It was the first time she had seen her in about 10 years, since she birthed her youngest.

It was exciting to have someone there who hadn't been to all of the appointments and that got emotional during the heart beat check. We just got used to hearing it so while it was reassuring and wonderful to hear, it wasn't really an emotional aspect of the appointments anymore. It's kind of nice to revisit that feeling.

She measured me in at about 37cm, up 1cm since last week but still down 1.5 since 2 weeks ago. He's definitely descended and ready to rock. I also was personally a little happy with myself because deep down I didn't really think I was THAT big, but every time someone asked how many kids I was having or how far along I was and then was surprised I had so much time left, I started to really wonder if I was too big. To know I never measured 40cm like women are supposed to was really validating. Take that jerks!

Today was also my first cervical exam. With everything I had going on at work, I declined one last week because I didn't want to know if I was dilated and to be nervous I'd go into labor before my presentation. I was already concerned enough with just a regular exam telling he had descended into my pelvis so I can't even imagine how neurotic I would have been if I had known whether or not I was dilated at that time. This week she found I was 80% effaced and 1cm dilated. She said everything was soft and ready for action down there and that I had a "good pelvis". I'm not really sure what that means and it isn't a compliment I've gotten before but I felt oddly proud. She also was able to touch his head during the cervical exam. No joke. My kid is tangible from the vag. CRAAAAAZYYYYYY!

She then guessed he was around 7.5lbs and "not that big" with a good sized head. Pair that with my apparently awesome pelvis and I'm super pumped to meet this guy. C'mon out little one!

After we got back from the appointment, my sister decided we should probably take my weekly photo early because, well, I may not make it to 40 weeks! Or, if I do, I may be pretty uncomfortable and not wanting to do so. So, here's what may be my last pregnancy shot!