Progress!

Baby Progress, that is. Want to know something fun about my cervix? It's dilated to a three! YAY! Now, I realize that many women stay that dilated for weeks, but I'm excited anyway. My hopes are slightly elevated that this girl might come earlier than expected. At the very least, it's progress. A sign that she WILL come out. I needed that. Up until about two weeks ago, I was convinced she was climbing higher and higher in my chest cavity, trying to go anywhere but the way that leads out. Directionally-challenged people bug me. Oh, I kid. But I wasn't encouraged that she was excited to come out and meet us. And now, I have hope. She's coming! She's really coming! I've seen my doctor a few extra times the last week and a half because of proteinuria, a sign that I might possibly develop preeclampsia. He's just wanted to watch more closely for my blood pressure to go up. It hasn't. I've had no other signs of preeclampsia, but the proteinuria has remained. So I'll have some extra lab work done this week, and the doctor already mentioned the possibility of inducing early, depending on those test results, in order to hopefully avoid danger of my blood pressure rising. While my home (and the nursery) isn't quite where I wanted it to be before baby arrives, I. don't. care. I would be delighted if Parker chose to grace us with her presence tomorrow even. I'm so ready to meet this child.