Bump Attack; 37 weeks

I am still here guys! Obviously if you follow me on twitter, instagram, or facebook you know this already. Speaking of being up to date, if you would like to know firsthand when the "big moment" happens be sure to follow me here on twitter, facebook, and instagram {@frommrstomama}.

Okay okay. Lets talk about this week. What happened. What didn't happen. What is happening.

First and foremost, I had my doctor's appointment on Monday. Details? I am 4.5 centimeters {I know I know, how is this even possible}, 75% effaced, and head is engaged and water bulging {as we already knew}. Mucus plug gone {TMI, I know}. Does this mean anything? Again, no in the case of when he will arrive. It just means my body sure is preparing. It's a waiting game at this point. The baby could come Tomorrow. Or the next day. Or not for another 2 weeks.

Well, we know it won't be another 2 weeks. I will be able to go to the hospital at 39 weeks {in a week and a half} at the latest. So? 10 days until we meet baby at the most! 10 days!

Moving along. I have always predicted that he would be here around 38 weeks. Which is right at Christmas. However, I am thinking {hoping} we will be able to celebrate the holidays and meet baby boy after wards? Even if it were the next day? What do you say Graham.

Another prediction? Baby boy will arrive on his papa's birthday. Which is? Sunday the 23rd. You see, the hubby is very adamant about that being the one day the baby doesn't arrive. Why? Because he already has to share his birthday with the CHRISTmas, and now to add his son on the list? Poor guys birthday will completely be forgotten then. I assured him this wasn't the case though.



So enough prediction talk {I'm just going to jinx myself} how was this week?

Terrible. Ha. No seriously. The amount of contractions that I have had since Monday alone {after my appointment} is just ridiculous. And intense. But of course nothing regular. I don't even count then, time them, or anything. Which I probably should because things could go pretty fast once the big L starts. Real fast.

We haven't talked about this on the blog... but what if. What if I had the baby at home. Or in the car.

I would totally be the girl yelling at my husband while he is driving {insanely fast}... "AAANNDREWWW #@%$% he's coming he's coming!"..... all while trying to hold his head in.

Picture THAT.

Happy 37 {and a half} weeks baby Graham.