One more day to go and Julianna is evidently still content to remain inside of me. I’ve always been enormously afraid of labor, so I guess the good thing about possibly going overdue is that I’ll just want it so badly I’ll forget about the pain I’ll be facing. Andrew and I went to see “Enchanted” at the movies last night … during the movie, I had a round of contractions which I hoped might lead to something, but they petered out after an hour. I understand these practice contractions are supposed to be preparing my body for labor, but why are my stats (baby not descended, 0 dilation and only a little effaced) so poor? I guess I’ll have to wait until Tuesday’s appointment to see if I’ve made any progress.

Andrew and I went for my 40-week doctor’s visit today. I had a cervix check (not much fun) to see if I’d progressed at all. Apparently not - I’m still not dilated and only a bit effaced. And the baby hasn’t even dropped yet, which usually happens between weeks 38 and 40 in first-time mothers. While this doesn’t necessarily mean I won’t go into labor tonight, I think it might be less of a possibility. Oh well, I could use the extra time to get ready. I wish this nesting instinct would kick in so I could get some work done around the house. Instead, I just feel like vegging out and watching TV, but there’s nothing good on - just reality shows and I hate them.

Anyway, to keep you entertained, here’s a picture of me at Thanksgiving wearing a t-shirt my brother bought for my birthday - “I Beat Anorexia”:

I’ve been terrible about keeping up with this blog lately, but I have an excuse - we’ve been working on the house, getting it ready for Julianna’s arrival (which could be any day now). The nursery is painted and there’s furniture in there, so I’ll get some pictures up shortly. She’ll be sleeping in her crib in our bedroom for at least the first 6 months, but the nursery will be a nice place for her to play.

Here I am at 38 weeks and 4 days pregnant: