11 August 2008: Another doctor's visit yesterday, and the longest waiting room wait that we've experienced there. We've been pretty spoiled to this point, so waiting for an hour seemed like an eternity. Actually, at least for me, it went by relatively fast, since I kept falling asleep. Carrie woke me several times, as I had begun to snore. Meh. Babies like snoring... I think (hope).
Finally, we are called back for Carrie's appointment. We're meeting with Dr. Martin today, as our regular doc is on vacation (which you would know if you've read the other blogs), which explains the wait. Patients don't go on vacation when the doc does.
After Dr. Martin's assistant did the usual heart rate/blood pressure/weight checks, she came in to meet with us. She checked Carrie out, and was very cool. She talks a lot more than our other doctor.
Anyway, to cut to the chase, Carrie is now 1-2 cm dialated. Does this mean we rushed to the hospital, expecting a baby at any moment? No. It means that on the scale of 1-10 cm, she's in the "Cheerio" stage. In Dr. Martin's words, "If I was a betting woman, and I am not, I would say you'll have this baby girl here in seven to ten days."
7-10 days.
Awesome. We're pretty much ready, minus the diaper thing. We were informed by some vets of the diaper world that the Diaper Champ is much better than the Diaper Genie. You can use Target bags or Schnuck's/Kroger bags instead of the proprietary ones. Good call, AC.
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So the adventure has really kicked into high gear now. This is the part of the movie where Indy loses his step at the top of a cliff and slides down a makeshift waterslide into the river. I guess the waterslide analogy is really not a great visual, given that we're talking about labor and delivery, but you get the point. The brakes are off, and it is time to lock and load. Any more cliches?
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