We had another doctor's appointment today. And still... nothing. Kittrell is happy in my belly and I haven't progressed a single centimeter. My posture, however, is great considering I can't bend in any direction because my belly is all baby. All I can do is sit straight up! Kittrell is 7 lbs and 3 oz- give or take a pound. Which means he could weigh 8 pounds. 8 POUNDS PEOPLE. I don't know if I can do it!! My dad is out on the road, and will be home Monday. So maybe, just maybe, Kittrell is waiting on his grandaddy to get here before he makes his debut. Of course, doc said we would discuss inducing next week. But I kind of find myself thinking too hard about that. Of course I want a surprise run to the hospital in the middle of the night- call up the grandparents and announce that it's time- all that excitement! But, inducing also means I can have Ashlyn ready to go, the grandparents can know when to be here, etc, and it will probably be a little more calm for me. I'm torn. But I guess there's no reason to think too hard about it- it's really up to Kittrell. And while I'm thinking about it, my camera is all the way on the other side of the house in my purse.. hmm- yeah I don't feel like getting up to get it, so no pictures for you today.
How about this nasty weather today? The thunderstorms here in Little Rock just might blow us away. Let's hope not.
Daniel took me to Cracker Barrel for lunch as a pick-me-up after the news at the doctor that I haven't progessed any. I was happy at first, but now I'm stuffed, miserable, can't move, and still sad. At least he tried to cheer me up. Well, I guess he did because I had fried chicken with a side of three different carbs. Life's good.
So, in conclusion, Happy Tuesday, yall! Next week, Daniel, Ashlyn, and I are gonna have a baby!