Here's to another boring week in preggo-land.
No dilation change. No position change. No weight change.
BLAH, BLAH, BLAH.
Every night I go to bed silently wishing to wake up in excruciating pain. Every morning I wake up feeling perfectly fine. Great actually.
Not that I'm really complaining. I don't want to feel bad UNLESS it's because I'm having the baby.
Yet, it's still a little depressing.
Two weeks until the scheduled C-Section date.
Praying for labor to start before then.