From a ritz cracker to a rice cake

I saw my new doctor today. Other than wearing too much eye makeup she seems pretty rad. Her excitement level about babies is definitely a lot higher than that of the nurses at the clinic. I guess she's coming at it from a different perspective.

Anyway... the diagnosis is- I'm pregnant but not for long. (THANK GOD) She did the exam and then told me I should make another appointment for next week but she didn't think I'd make it. Poor Lazlo- he was really hoping I'd last through his finals next week. I was really hoping I'd had the baby yesterday and slept through it. We don't always get what we want.

I'm 2 centimeters dialated- which for the uniniated means my cervix is at ritz cracker status. I've got to get to rice cake status in order to push a baby out. I'm also 70% effaced- so 30% less than is necessary.

This is all to say that if you call me, I'll be busy driving over bumpy roads and jogging.