Things are less hot today, which is good. Yesterday when I was delivering the birth plan to the OB, the one that says ten different ways how we don't want any interventions, was also on the verge of begging to be induced right then. Warren had to warn me that I wasn't exactly sending a consistent message. I'm less desperate now, but I still would probably jump for joy if my water broke in the next five minutes. Sadly, I suspect that it will be July before we see this baby, what with my complete lack of anything even resembling a contraction.
I am officially huge. My belly button is gone. It's a good thing I have that laproscopy scar to remind me of where it should be.