October 12, 2004


I had my first internal check, and I'm about 3 centimeters dilated and 80% effaced -- for those of you who know what that means. My body is making progress towards having this baby, but naturally, this progress means nothing. Nada. Zilch. I don't think I've ever gone past 3 without going into labor, but I've walked around at that dilation with the other two for weeks. Still, I think I had better draw up a list of people to call after the baby arrives and pack a hospital bag -- just in case.

Update: If anyone wishes to be notified by telephone of the baby's arrival and get the exciting experience of speaking with me or perhaps the Curmudgeonly husband, you are welcome to send me an e-mail with your phone number in it. I'm not calling internationally though.


And go ahead and put a towel and a plastic garbage bag in the car so you'll have something to sit on. I mean, having a baby's important and all, but there's no sense in having to have the upholstery cleaned because of it.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at October 12, 2004 11:53 AM

Fortunately, I live 5 minutes from the hospital and have leather seats.

Posted by: Jordana at October 12, 2004 11:55 AM

:) Reminds me of the old joke about the guy who heard most fatal accidents occur within five miles of home, so he moved ten miles away.

Just remember, you might LIVE only five minutes away, but occasionally you might BE more than five minutes away...

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at October 12, 2004 12:10 PM

Well, I'm pouting because I can't get called personally!

Posted by: Rachel Ann at October 12, 2004 01:16 PM


AWWWWWW......not fair

Captain Frank
Baghdad, Iraq

Posted by: Frank Myers at October 12, 2004 03:25 PM

Jordana, Terry is absolutely right. Trust me - our month-old new (used) car nearly received baby #2 REAL early on a Saturday morning.

Though I think I've already told Mr. Possum that the Odyssey will do 90 MPH if needed, I don't reccomend it as a plan.

Posted by: skinnydan at October 14, 2004 09:42 AM