One down, nine to go

So this is the problem with self-diagnosis: you're totally sure of something, and then you go the doctor and find out you're all wrong and you have to reevaluate your planning and expectations.

Here's what happened to me. I was so sure the McNugget had dropped a week or so ago. I had lots of swelling, and lots of pressure lower down so I assumed that all signs pointed to me getting ready to deliver. Well, I have been feeling better the past couple of days, (much less swelling, etc.) and I went to the doctor today to find out what's up in McNuggetland.

As it turns out, while the McNugget may have moved a bit, she has not dropped into position, she's too far up for me to be close to delivering her. What's more, I am only (warning, some of you might consider this next part TMI so please stop reading if you don't want to know too many intimate details about this pregnancy) 1 centimeter dilated (the magic number is 10) which means the McNugget will likely stay put for a little while longer. How long? No one knows for sure but I am thinking I will make it to my next doctor's appointment next week still a pregnant lady.

To be honest, I have always assumed the McNugget would be right on time or arrive late but I was getting caught up in everyone else's diagnoses (and impatience!) and was enjoying playing doctor.

It looks like all of you can look forward to a few more posts to this blog before the big announcement!