She's gotten a little TOO comfortable.

Yep, still pregnant. She was due 6 days ago, but she's decided she really likes it in there. She's made herself right at home. I guess the pregnancy was a little too perfect; now she doesn't want to leave!
I'm going to the doctor's office today for an ultrasound. They need to check how she's holding up in there. If they see something they don't like (such as low amniotic fluid, irratic heart rate, slow fetal movements, etc), I'll mosey on over across the street to the hospital where they'll induce my labor. So I could have her today!
If everything looks good, they're still going to induce labor, but they'll start it slowly on Tuesday evening. I'll check in, and they'll start dialation without the use of any kind of medicine. Then, Wednesday morning, they'll start me on Pitocin, which will help with starting some serious contractions. So I'm keeping my fingers crossed that she'll be here by Wednesday night the latest.
Halloween would still be a pretty cool birth date. Maybe she'll still decide to come on her own. Wish me luck. I'll update once she's here.

I never win anything...

until today, that is. A couple of weeks ago, I entered a contest through Stephen King's official site to win an advanced reader's copy of his new book, Lisey's Story, from Simon and Schuster. I got an email today telling me that I won! They're sending the book to me this week. Isn't that cool?

2 weeks and counting...

I'm due in 2 weeks. Just 2! She could actually decide to make an appearance today for all I know. It's both exciting and frustrating. Will I miss being pregnant? Sure. I feel so very close to my little sweetpea. These passed 9 months have been like nothing I've ever experienced before. Will I be happy to get my body back? Bet your ass I will. I would very much like to see my toes again.
My doctor and I decided that today will be my last day at work before Elizabeth arrives. It's just getting a little too difficult to sit up in a computer chair all day. It's hard to breath, and it causes the baby to jam her poor, little feet into my poor, little ribs.
I've been having false labor for the passed few days, which is very nerve-racking. Just when I think it might be the real deal, the contractions go away. It's a bummer. They don't really hurt, so that's a sure sign that they're not real. Yet, they do have a pattern to them; they were coming every 10 minutes or so for 2 hours straight. Then I started to walk around, waiting for the next one to come, and it never showed up. Sadness.
This coming weekend would be a nice time for her to show up, apart from the damn Devon Bridge being closed yet again. That was the route we were preparing to take to the hospital, and now we would have to change that if it happens this weekend. It's not a huge deal; I just didn't want Harry to have to get on the highway. He's gonna be a nervous wreck, and I'd rather we not have to travel above 55 mph with him in that state. Maybe I should drive! That could be interesting.