Hippy Foot

Thanks for all of the pep talks. As each day passes, I'm beginning to doubt my bodies ability to naturally dilate. It's silly but it's true. I've reached the point where I just want this pregnancy over with and if nothing else, it will be on Wednesday. This, I am thankful for. I feel like something switched off in my brain once all of my preparations were completed. The one last thing for me to do is to make rice krispie treats for the nursing staff. Maybe if I do THAT today it'll jumpstart something. If it doesn't, hey, I love rice krispie treats.

We spent Saturday afternoon in an urgent care facility - I'm fine, The Husband is fine, but my brother-in-law who is visiting (ya know - to see the baby - they all have great timing) contracted a case of what I diagnosed as "Hippy Foot". It's when you go to a lot of outdoor music festivals, like bonnaroo and somehow scratch your foot doing hippy things. You follow a medical regimen including rubbing alcohol and duct tape and ignore the growing sore emerging on your foot. At one point, said infection becomes debilitating and you can no longer walk. This is the point that my brother-in-law reached the other day. Honestly though, I didn't mind, whether I was home on the couch or in a doctor's office my only plans were to wait for the baby.

I have another non-stress test today and we'll probably go see The Dukes of Hazzard even if it's horrible at least we'll see footage of the General Lee zooming around our city.

Today is my "baby" brother's birthday - Happy Birthday Old Man!