One week and counting

I must say, I am truly jealous of one of my friends who is planning to have her baby in just a couple days. I really thought I would have had this one by now, but things aren't going as I planned. I have had absolutely no progress and only one week left until my due date. The doctor is a little concerned that I won't be able to start labor on my own, due to the "massive fibroid", as she puts it. It is right in the way of where the baby's head should be in order to get things moving. But she is also sure that I have always had this fibroid, which didn't cause any problems with Brett at all. Now, no one knows what the deal was with Breanna. I still think she was just showing her stubbornness from the beginning to be over a week late. So now I just have my fingers crossed that labor with start on it's own sometime in the next week so I don't have to be induced.

If I do have to be induced, I have to decide when. I can have it done next week, but my parents are going out of town starting Wednesday through the weekend. So I could wait one more week to see if she comes on her own, and then proceed to induction if necessary. What to do, what to do.

I think Brett is starting to realize something is about to change. I don't think he can fully understand what is about to happen, but he is having fun helping me put Kaylee's room together, and he knows there are things he is not allowed to touch, such as the baby toys, bassinet, and pacifiers. He knows that we point to my belly and say Kaylee is in there, but he can't understand what that really means. It will be very interesting to see how he reacts to a new baby. (Breanna, on the other hand, is very excited.)

So now I just sit back and wait to "pop", as Elise so graciously put it.

False Alarm

Last weekend was quite an adventure. Saturday was Brett's birthday. We spent the whole day cooking a family dinner and getting ready for his party. We had my mom and dad, Sean, Mat and his family all over for dinner and then we opened presents and had cake and ice cream. I don't think Brett even knew what was going on that day. We kept singing "Happy Birthday" to him, and he thought that was fun, so he'd sing it back to us. He got a couple of fun new toys, but his eyes got really big when he saw the candles on his cupcake. He new just what to do with those. I think it was a successful birthday.

John had a little too much fun the with balloons.

Sunday was a little unusual for us. I wasn't feeling all that well, but John had to attend the Euless ward in the morning so he could go to some training for work in the afternoon. Therefore, I had to take the kids to church in the afternoon all by myself. My mind was on other things and I ended up staying in nursery with Brett the whole time. That worked out well, because there was only one nursery leader that day.
When we got home, I started to have contractions. That, along with a few other signs of labor, scared me right into packing my hospital bag, doing laundry, and getting the kids rooms cleaned. But then the contractions died off and nothing came of it.
I called the doctor's office the next morning just to make sure there was nothing to worry about. They took just about all day to call me back, and then sent me to Labor and Delivery for tests. I wasn't too happy about that because I was pretty sure everything was fine. The baby was still moving and I was feeling fine (other than anxious about the tests). But I went in anyway, and it took them 2 1/2 hours to tell me that nothing had changed and the baby was very healthy. I find that very annoying. But with everything else going on, it looks like labor isn't too much farther away. We'll see. Needless to say this weekend has been a bore compared to the last.