I am home again today after all. I went to work this morning and decided to try to move up my midwife appointment, which was supposed to be Thursday, to anytime sooner. I got one at 1:40.
When I went in, the midwife asked if I wanted my membranes swept and I said yes.
Are you ready for it...?
I am already 3 centimeters dialated and 75% effaced and Cole's head is quite low at 0 station. She swept my membranes and sent me home saying "don't quote me on it, but I think it's fairly likely that you'll go into labor within the next 24 hours."
I could have kissed her.
Of course, if I don't I'll be even more disappointed, but we won't think on that now.
It's nice to be home. Today is the 9th anniversary of when I started dating my husband (as well as being my official due date). Maybe John and I can get out one last time before Cole is here for a nice dinner.
And then I will promptly pop this baby out.
(Right?)
