Friday, September 18, 2009


At my doctor's appointment yesterday I was diagnosed with permanent pregnancy.

Okay, so not really. But that's what it felt like when she said, "Well, you're almost at a three."


Almost a three sounds like a two to me, which is where I was a week ago. Talk about disappointing...

So, I'm scheduled to be induced Monday morning if nothing happens over the weekend. Wish me luck, I've got to get back to my jump roping!


Carol said...

Hang in there! I know, easy for me to say. I don't have somebody kicking my ribs and pressing on my bladder. I'm looking in my crystal ball (it's really just a Christmas snowball, but it's all I have handy) and predict that baby boy will be here by Sunday. Good luck!

Sophia said...

Good luck Natalie! That's how I felt with Layla. Maybe he's going to be a 9 pounder like she was ( I really don't wish that for you)!!!

Ron said...

The difficult ones are the ones most remembered ... deliveries, not the babies, but then you are delivering a baby! :-)