I went to the doctor today with a feeling that labor is imminent. I am 4 cm dilated, 50% effaced, and the baby’s head is at a 0 station, which means he has dropped down into the pelvis. Basically, I could go to the hospital now and have the baby, but my mom wants to be here, so I’m going to stay down and on the Nifedipine until Saturday morning so she can be in the delivery room, which she has never been able to do before.
In other news, my newlywed sister is pregnant. Our conversations have become quite one-sided, with Caitlin regaling the benefits of cloth diapers, hemp nursing pads, natural childbirth, elimination potty training, BPA-free bottles shaped liked breasts, discipline without threats (my kids kept getting out of bed while we were talking), and toys that don’t cause premature puberty. Caitlin is approximately one month pregnant with her first child. And after she finished her spiel, she declared, “What else do you want to know? I know everything about parenting!”