Had my midwife appointment this morning, and all is well. Baby sounds great, and is positioned perfectly, and I'm almost 3 centimeters dilated, so my body is definitely gearing up for the big event. Oddly enough, I lost almost 3 pounds since last week, but believe me, it's not for lack of eating! Apparently it's actually normal to lose some weight in the final weeks - not something I've ever experienced before, but I'm not complaining - that's 3 pounds I don't have to lose later!
She also told me that they won't even begin talking about induction until I've passed the 41-week mark, which makes me feel a little less anxious. I'm not in a huge rush to get the baby out, so I'm glad they're not, either. I'm all for letting things happen when they're supposed to happen - if that's sooner rather than later, great, but if not, so be it.
But the midwife I saw today just happens to be my favorite, and she just happens to be on call tomorrow, so it would be awfully nice if baby decided to make his/her arrival then. That's also when Gabe has predicted that the baby will be born, so who knows - he may have some special 5 1/2-year-old intuition about the whole thing.....
Dante also had his 4-year checkup this morning, and he's a healthy little boy. 40 pounds and 42 inches, and developing right on track in all areas.
He has a bit of a cold - as do all of us - and was complaining last night that his throat hurt, and then woke up in the middle of the night saying his foot hurt (we suspect a charley horse, or that his foot fell asleep, or something like that), and when I told him he was going to the doctor today, he told me to make sure they checked his throat and his foot.
And sure enough, when the nurse called us in from the waiting room, he strutted right through the door and said "Check my throat and my foot!" Not in a rude way, but definitely in a very matter-of-fact way.
I don't think we'll ever have to worry about him not speaking up for himself....