We're off to bed with no exciting news. My mum and dad arrive tomorrow and then we are set to go. I'd love to have this rugrat come tomorrow because it's the 3rd- and I want my kids to have odd day birthdays. The fourth also works though because my OB is on call in the hospital and would deliver (instead of another from the same practice). From here on out I am happy no matter what happens- as long as I get the epidural.
It kinda freaks me out that I have to get this baby out though. I've got the pre-labor jitters. It's like the whole ship in the bottle thing- only I'm not so worried about how the baby got in (obviously we know the answer to that)- but more so how we get it out. If I have to push for 2.5 hours again- I'll freak. Laney did give me some pointers about how to get around that- just pretend you're pushing and don't really. Apparently the baby makes progress and will eventually come out anyway.
Let's just hope this one is a little cuter than Zeb was at first. Kent found this picture earlier this week while going over some old cds. Maybe it's just a bad picture- but I don't think so. These newborns look a little creepy for awhile.