We weren't supposed to be pregnant yet. I'd just been hired for a new job and hadn't even had my first real day yet. We'd just moved to a different part of the state. And, well, this just wasn't supposed to happen yet.
But happen it did, and 9 months later the Little Man was born.
To backtrack just a bit, I have to admit that it took me a long time to get excited about having a baby. By "long time," I would honestly have to say that it took until just about the third trimester. Eventually I got to that excited place, though, and started looking forward to meeting my baby.
Like most pregnant women, I wondered a lot about when the baby would arrive. I was born at 44 weeks (yikes!), and my husband's family trended to the late side as well, so I got used to the idea that my little one would arrive a week or two late.
And then I had my 38 week appointment. I was dilated to 4 centimeters already, and starting to efface. My doctor sent me home with instructions to call him on Monday if I hadn't gone into labor already and a prognostication that the baby would certainly arrive within the week. I went home excited and very nervous and I stayed that way all weekend. Monday arrived but the baby hadn't yet.
I made the phone call and my doctor had me come back to the office for another quick pelvic exam. At that point he informed me that I was dilated to 5 centimeters. Being that I live more than an hour away from the hospital of delivery and I was dilating with no pain, my doctor and I decided to strip my membranes and go into labor and delivery.
My husband and I gathered the hospital bag together and set off to have us a baby.
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