We're (quarter-) inching towards D-Day. At today's 39-week appointment I found that I'm dilated to 3 (!) and 100% effaced, and Blinker's dropped even further to 0 station. (He also weighs 8 lbs.) My main question is why this kid hasn't fallen out of me. We're ready for Blinker's arrival -- our first order of cloth diapers has arrived (bottom picture), and the nursery/corner of the loft is all set up with a crib, dresser, and diaper pail (top picture). We even rented a rug shampooer and cleaned all the rugs, so they are fur-free and ready to be spat up and crawled on.
This lengthy process makes me feel like a plane that's landing. We've got the landing gear down, and are making a gradual descent. Hopefully touchdown will be gentle.
Blinker's room looks very inviting! I'm sure he will want to come out soon so that he can hang out in his cool digs.
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