Third down and five to go

I went to my weekly OB appointment today expecting to hear my numerous contractions have done absolutely nothing to my cervix and that I would be pregnant for the next 17 years.

Imagine my surprise when the doctor pronounced me dilated to just about 3 cm! Well boy howdy, if that isn't encouraging, I don't know what is. I guess the every-eight-minutes-for-hours-on-end Braxton Hicks contractions really have done something after all.

This makes me so much happier about inducing on Monday. I had been worried I would still be hanging out at 1 cm, which would mean my cervix wasn't up for being pried open by Pitocin and I was second-guessing the whole idea.

But now, being 3 cm, I feel confident my cervix will lie down and submit in all its incompetent glory. Or, it could be coerced by some regular contractions all on its own before Monday arrives. Because there's no way if I am at 3 cm and contracting regularly that they send me home after a trip to Labor and Delivery. So that's also encouraging.

In other odd news, I have gained exactly the same amount of weight with all three pregnancies. It's freaky. So I am guessing WeeBey is going to be another tall, skinny baby like its siblings. Also, the heartbeat was 125 beats per minute today, leading me to believe it's a boy. I was convinced for months on end it was a girl and in the last month, I have done a 180 and am glad we left the baby's room blue.

That's about all I got for ya today. I woke up at 4 a.m. because I couldn't fall back asleep after peeing for the fourth time and now can't form coherent thoughts, much less get them down in witty format on my blog.

In the meantime, look at me. I clearly ate a basketball for lunch.