Week 39 Update

Went to the doctor on Monday and I am still only dilated - say it with me now - one whole whopping centimeter. Apparently Miss Priss is quite comfortable where she is. Or she has heard that it's 150 degrees outside and is hiding out as long as she can. Can't say that I blame her. However, we go in on Monday to schedule her eviction. It's time to stop hiding and face the world. It's really not such a scary place. If you don't come out you don't get to wear all of the cute clothes that are waiting for you! If that doesn't entice her to come out, then she is not my child.

So I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. My 9 months as the vessel are coming to an end. In some ways it's been a very long 7 months and in some ways the past 7 months have flown by. Yes, that's right, 7 months. I am a natural blond and was a little slow at picking up on the whole pregnancy thing. Was 2 months pregnant before I found out. Ooops!

I found out in a truly this-can-only-happen-to-me fashion. I will always remember exactly when we found out - it was November 1st after UT lost to Texas Tech in the final seconds of the game. Miss Priss, please ignore all of those 4 letter words coming out of my mouth earlier that night. Damn you Michael Crabtree. Somehow the loss and certain beverages helped me work up the nerve to tell Barrett that we may have an issue. Aside, ladies, I suggest not breaking this news to your husband/potential baby daddy when he is behind the wheel. Anyway, three pee on a stick tests later and life changed forever. When I went to bed that night I wasn't sure if I was more upset at the loss or more excited about becoming a mother. The next morning when I was praying to the porcelain goddess - morning sickness, not a hangover - I still wasn't sure.

While the loss still stings, damn you Michael Crabtree, I have decided the excitement of becoming a mother outweighs the pain of the loss. I do reserve the right to reverse that decision when she turns 13, starts wearing makeup a la Paris Hilton, slamming doors, and yelling "I hate you" at the top of her lungs. Ah, already looking forward to the teenage years.

So the past 7 months have been quite the ride. We have had some bumps along the way but I wouldn't trade it for anything. That said, Miss Priss, I am ready to meet you. So feel free to make your entrance at any time! I have a nursery and a closet full of pink clothes just waiting for you. So anytime you are ready, anytime....