Our First Dry Run

Well, I never thought I'd be the person to end up at the hospital and return home still pregnant, but it happened yesterday. Thought my water broke, but the midwife disagreed. It was good practice though. John was calm and cool, collected all our stuff, paid attention to all the visual cues I'd left for him around the house to help him get organized in a moment just like this and we were out of the house in 20 minutes. Two hours later, we were back home.

I had a non-stress test, had an exam, midwife tested for bacteria- all was good. The baby is doing great, I am 1 c.m dilated and 25% effaced and the midwife says I am looking good for my first baby. I wish those numbers were higher!

No one, including myself, feels this baby is going to be joining us any day soon. I have doctors' appointments up to March 7th and I already have my past-due ultrasound and non-stress test booked for the 2nd week in March. March is a good month to be born, right?

I'm sorry, my mouth works quicker than my mind.

Dear World,

I just want to apologize for my extreme candor lately, I have no filter. I have a tendancy to be forward; I've been told that I would "...tell them where the dog died". Well, in this last trimester of my pregnancy, it has gotten to the point where I can't control what words come out of my mouth. I am sorry for being offensive, I am sorry for being sarcastic, and I am sorry for laughing at your expense.

I would like to say that this will change, but it feels like it is beyond my control. I am aware the affliction (both my dibilitating frankness and irritance I've become to others) is affecting how you view me, but please believe it is not my fault.

I hope that I will be more puppies-and-rainbows once the baby is born, but until then, consider this a warning as well as an apology. There are situations when my mouth moves quicker than my mind. I am going to do my best to filter what thoughts escape...

Sincerely,

Danielle