Ticking time bomb....

My belly has started to make strange "clicking" or "popping" sounds when the baby moves. I think it's a bomb about to go off. I looked this weird occurrence up on line and although there are a hand-full of women who have experienced this, there is no medical explanation nor does any one know what the noise is...

I'm going with Colby counting down the seconds until he gets to meet his kick ass mom, no medical explanation needed!!

I dropped my baby...

Little Colby is settling into the birth canal nicely!! If you look at these pictures compared to the ones I posted last week he is much lower than before.

I was able to talk my doctor into setting an induction date!!! So, Colby will arrive some time on the 22nd!! I'm hoping to go into labor before then, but if not I can make it seven more days! Can't wait to meet this little guy!

Correction...

Since my last post I have recieved an e-mail saying "sorry you're not dilating". Just so we are clear, I have dialated to a two. I guess I said that I was not dilated yet because I was soooo wishing for a three and I don't realy consider a two very much concidering I have to get to a ten before I get to hold my little one. You are considered in "Labor" at a four and are free to get an epidural at this time...I would love to be at a four. So, ok, I'm at a two. For those of you who have never been through child birth here is a diagram of what a the numbers look like and mean...

Looks like fun right????!!!

Also, just a thought, why in the hell don't they hand out disabled parking passed to pregnant women? Trying to walk the last trimester is hard enough but try doing it when the only parking spot is miles away from the store and you have your two year old draging behind you pointing out every "amazing" new thing he spots on the ground. So, you decide that you are never going to make it into the store at this rate, you have no choice but to pick this 30lb child up and place him on top of the already huge mass growing out oh your mid section and off you go into the store. And once inside you realize that having two children sitting on top of your blader has made you pee your pants and so now all you can do is turn around and head back home. EASY SOLUTION>>>give me a disabled parking spot. I mean I pee my pants in public doesn't that prove anything????

Had an apt. with my dear sweet Dr. yesterday. I'm not dialating yet, and very sad about the whole thing. I'm having contractions that come every night, and cramping all day long.

I know that it's my turn to have a baby, due to the fact that both girls who found out they were prego just before I did have given birth to healthy little bundles of spit-up and gas!! So, I'm next in line...Yay me!!!

I'm getting a little nervous about giving birth again. Giving birth to Conner was a cake walk, only felt two contractions, pushed a few times, and there he was. Recovery on the other hand was a whole other story....I ripped front and back and could not use the restroom like a normal person for weeks...and sex to this day is just not the same. I know that each birthing experience is different, and that is was scares me. I fear that this one is going to be the opposite of what I experienced with Conner. Long hard labor from HELL and a easy recovery....not sure at the moment which is better.

I do know that I can't wait to hold this little guy in my arms, see what he looks like, smell that sweet baby freshness again and enjoy every minute of "infant" that I possible can, since this is our last child. I know that this being our "last" is the smart thing to do, but I have to admit I'm a little sad about that. However, I have many, many friends and family members who have yet to start their own families so I know that there will still be little ones around that I can get enjoyment out of without the economic strain.

Sweet baby Jesus help me....