It starts at 1

As of this morning, I'm dilated at 1.  Yay!  And little man was poked in the head by the doctor, so he's for SURE head down.  I'm not effacing yet, but for almost 36 weeks, I'll take the beginning if dilation.  Could be purely mental, but it makes me feel better.  Like my body doesn't actually hate me and this pregnancy thing may realistically end eventually.  And I need that mental kick.  I look and feel 100 months pregnant.  And that's not fun, folks.  Not fun at all. 

I "get" to go to the doctor every week now.  Yay!  Please read the sarcasm in that "yay".  Not that I don't love my doctor.  I do.  She's AWESOME.  But.  Weekly visits mean undressing from the waist down.  And undressing and redressing is hard when you have the same body shape as planet earth.  But, it also means the end is near.  Give and take, I guess.  Since I like her, I should probably warn my doctor that if I fall while trying to get my underwear back on in her exam room, I'm just going to lay there with my panties around one ankle like an upside down turtle.  Attempting to get up would be futile.  But that sight might cause her irrevocable brain trauma.  Although, my albino whale impression is stellar right now.   

:/   

I finally got some video of this kid reeking havoc in my abdomen.  And this is nothing folks.  I keep thinking I'm going to look down and see a clear face imprint bulging outta my tummy.  While I know he's head down and gearing up for making his first appearance, I still keep thinking it. 

Please ignore the low light {I was TRYING to watch Law and Order: SVU} and my red, painful stretchmarks and freckles.  Just focus on the alien trying to escape my uterus the wrong way.  :)