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So remember how I said yesterday that I was going to beg my doctor for an extension on my due date? I totally changed my mind after the growth ultrasound. She measured 8 1/2 lbs, with a big head. I know it can be off by 15%, and she might only be 7lbs and a few ounces, but that also means she could be over 9lbs — which is terrifying.

 

I’m 2.5cm dilated and 70% effaced, and I’ve been having contractions every half hour for DAYS. I couldn’t sleep last night, and I couldn’t eat much today. I’ve also been sick to my stomach. All that points to labor anyway, so hopefully my body is getting primed for this. (If not, my body sucks.)

 

I’m scared out of my mind. Not about labor, or delivery — ok, so the whole having my water broken by a man with a giant fishhook freaks me out a bit — but mostly the whole “Here is your baby. Good luck.” send off. I mean, I don’t have any experience with babies! So here I am, 12 hours from going to the hospital, freaking out on the internet. I’m going to go distract myself with a roll of paper towels and some Windex before I hyperventilate.