In baby news, I finally can answer with dignity when grocery-store strangers ask, "Any day now, huh?" - under a month and that counts as any-day in my book. Prior to the 36 week (aka ONE MONTH LEFT) juncture a few days ago, I was repeatedly (and sweetly) reminded how pregnant I look. At the gala Scott and I attended a month ago (so- count them - that means I had TWO months to go) - where there were several medical professionals in attendance, I think the obstetric representation had their gloves tucked in an easy-access spot in their tuxes/gowns once they saw me in attendance, CLEARLY ready to catch. In all fairness, that dress DID make me look bigger than I was. But still, I think my rather short torso and 5 ft. 3/4 inch height make it hard NOT to see JUST BABY when being looked at. And, for those of you who do not already know this, I am pretty comfortable with... maybe even welcoming of... attention.
Just had my 36 week appt yesterday and am... DRUM ROLL PLEASE... 1 CM dilated!!! Which, most of us know, Means. Absolutely. Nothing. March 23rd is fine by me. Campbell Joy can bake all the way up to her due date. But. Not. One. Day. Longer.