FREAK OUT!

So, at 35 weeks they told me I was 2 cm dilated and 50% effaced and my doctor said I could go anytime. This week my appointment was nowhere on their calendar. They wouldn't fit me in until 1:30, which was 3 hours of entertaining Sonja. Ummm, maybe not. And I got to pay $6 parking for the privilege of them saying this to my face. I was so mad. I wanted to see if I had progressed. I'm definitely having tons of irregular contractions. Sigh.

So last week I freaked out a bit, since we hadn't prepared and didn't know very many people in the ward to impose upon. My wonderful sister offered to come out to stay with me (with her little boy). People are so nice sometimes.

Freakout part 2 - So with Sonja I got a linea negra that faded away, but not one stretch mark. "I must just be one of those lucky ones," I thought smugly to myself. Then last week, I noticed these funny wide veins on my stomach. "What is that, that looks like...AAAAAAHHHHH!" Stretch marks. Yes. I wonder if this means my second baby will be bigger than my 8 lb 14 oz Sonster. I sincerely hope not. Without going into detail, having a normal-sized baby can make recovery time much quicker (and sitting much more pleasant). Of course many have to have C-sections and many have 10 lb babies, so I'm basically just a whiner. But a 7-pounder would be heaven. Scott was great about my mini-crisis, though. I had read guys comments in pregnancy books about being less attracted to their wives now that they had stretch marks. I asked Scott if it was a huge turnoff. His words were, "Maybe if you were having some other guy's baby." So since I'm not, everything is fine. He is so nice. Of course, after I was complaining about how difficult it was to carry a baby at the end he also said, "What's your problem? Crack whores do it all the time." So his sensitivity ebbs and flows.