Things you don't want to hear at your 39-week checkup:
"I'm concerned he's getting to be a monster."
"I'd say you're dilated to about a 2. I'll see you next week!"
A 2. Seriously. Last week, he said 3. I'm actually regressing in dilation (or he's just crappy with numbers), while this baby (he actually called him a monster) gets larger and larger.
My doctor will be out of state this weekend at the Texas Tech - Oklahoma game, so I'm hoping that will be just the trigger we need to get this baby boy to let go and come on home. Surely if my doctor's gone, I'll go into labor. That's just Murphy's Law. Right?