Possibly some TMI and then I make up for it by showing you super-cute pictures

I had another doctor's appointment yesterday. It was mostly uneventful. I know, I'm sorry. I was hoping for her to walk in, check me, and then announce, "You're 7cm dilated! Don't you feel those contractions?!" And I'd be lying there like, "What? Those are contractions? I thought it was just a physical reminder that I ate broccoli casserole last night. Ahahaha!" And we would both laugh and then she would admit me to the hospital and an hour later I would have a nice, pink baby.

But it obviously didn't happen like that. I'm around 3ish centimeters with "a bulging bag of waters." Yuck, huh? My water never broke with Sam, and at first, I was kinda bummed about that because that is such a typical end-of-pregnancy milestone! But now, considering that it can happen anytime or anyplace, and that it has the potential to be really REALLY messy, I'm kinda hoping it decides to stay in-tact until we get to the hospital. When I told Steve about the potential waterfall situation yesterday, he formulated a plan to save his floors that involved doggy pee pads and throwing them down wherever I walk. So clearly he is super-helpful.

In order to encourage Second Baby to come out, the doc "stripped my membranes." (Dad, you should stop reading at this point.) Some people have told me that this is supposed to be uncomfortable, and since it didn't hurt at all when my last OB did it, I assumed that she was just super gentle or faked the whole procedure. So I was slightly apprehensive going into this one, but it turned out to be the same experience again. I mean, it was by no means FUN or something I would just WANT to do on any ol' day, but definitely not something to dread. My dad had called me earlier in the morning, asking if anything was going on (meaning: "OMG you're seriously not in labor yet?!"), and I told him that I was going to the doctor's that afternoon. I mentioned the membrane strip.

"What was that?"
She'll strip my membranes.
"Huh?"
She separates something from something else and it's supposed to help start labor.
"TMI! TMI! I think that was just TMI!"

Ok, well, I can't really be any more vague than that. In retrospect, I'm glad I didn't use my Saran wrap analogy.

In less physically invasive news, I lucked out and found a super-new glider on craigslist yesterday. The lady selling it had multiple people interested in it, and while I wasn't even the first person to respond to her ad, I mentioned in my email about being "very interested" because my due date was Sunday. She said that she just HAD to give it to ME because I was so close! How sweet is that?! And it's soooooo comfy. I made Steve sit in it to confirm, but he could only muster, "This is clearly a woman's chair."
Yes. Now get up.
Apparently it is not conducive to excessive slouching and it doesn't have cupholders or a recline-function, so those qualities deem it "for women only." Fine by me! You can sit in the other (not-so-comfy) chair, or lie on our new rug.

New glider, old chair, swing that saved our life during Sam's newborn days. Oh, and new rug.

Did I mention this rug yet? It's like the newer version of the rug in our living room (that I snagged on clearance at the end of last summer), so all of the colors are already in the downstairs of our house. Not that I have color SCHEMES going on or anything. Au contraire. Things just get randomly thrown in and I hold my breath and hope that no one can actually tell that all of our furniture is from yard sales and craigslist. It is also my hope that putting colorful rugs on the floors will distract from the fact that I'm too lazy to paint a single one of our ultra-white walls. Speaking of walls, I am just now noticing how bare they are. Will definitely have to remedy that soon. Probably today since I'm planning on having a baby tomorrow and I won't have time to do random art projects with a newborn and a toddler.

Isn't this room ODD? It just hangs off the kitchen (like an eat-in maybe?) so we have just thrown random stuff in it, and will probably label it "done" soon.

In much MUCH cuter news, I made Steve and Sam dress alike yesterday.

Sam is showcasing my clearance rug in the living room.

I even took them to the commissary with me, where a few people made comments. Mostly on how they're wearing the same clothes. One woman commented on how they looked exactly alike, but her husband pointed out that Steve didn't have a pacifier, so they didn't look COMPLETELY alike. Very astute observation, sir.

Aren't they the CUTEST?! A nice distraction from all of this baby-still-baking nonsense.