We went to our second weekly appointment this afternoon, and found that I've thinned more since last week, but nothing too significant, and I'm still about one centimeter dilated. I don't know what I was hoping for... but the doctor says now we're in the time where we just wait. Anyone who knows me, knows that I don't like to wait. :)
I've been off for the past four days, and I've used that time to get the house ready for the baby. It's ALMOST clean enough for him to come home, so I'm feeling a little better about that. I'll have Frankie take a picture tomorrow since we've been bad about keeping up on those.
Frankie's been working a ton trying to get ahead of the game for his show so he won't be totally screwed when the baby comes, so I've had most of the past few days all to myself. It's just been me and the cats and the dog. And that dog...
He ran away yesterday - got out of the garage and took off. He usually only plays in the yards of our neighbors for a few minutes then comes when I give him a treat. Not this time. The brat took off for about six or seven blocks, and pregnant-ol-me followed him, shuffling along the icy/snowpacked roads saying, "Here Jackson, come get a treat," over and over again. He'd let me get close then take off running again. I finally went back to the house to get the car so I could drive around and look for him. Luckily, after about 10 minutes of driving around, I spotted him, but he I still couldn't catch him. A man came out of his house and corralled him for me, then put him in the Jeep. My favorite line: "I just looked out my window and saw this poor pregnant woman chasing her dog, so I had to help." Nice. I must've been a real sight to see. Damn dog.
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