Last OB appt before c-section!

Okay, so apparently Faith took her due date very seriously. I'm still a couple of weeks away from being a full 40 weeks, but for some reason I thought she wanted out as much as I want her out.

Not the case.

I went in for my LAST doctor appointment today. Next Monday is my c-section. I kind of expected to hear there was at least a little change after all the contractions I've been having. No dilation whatsoever and she still hasn't dropped.

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT??????

So it looks like it's on for Monday. By this time next Monday, I'll be getting sewn back up and sent to recovery. The doc said the surgery starts at 12:00 and Faith will probably be out by 12:15.

We can actually have a video camera at this hospital which is a first for us. Now I can finally have Ironman on tape saying, "Do you smell that? That's your flesh burning from where they're cutting you open."

I can't decide if I want to ban all video from over the sheet or not. My first instinct was to warn Ironman that he couldn't videotape the gaping hole in my body. That's what the sheet is up for--so that I don't have to see myself being sliced from hip to hip.

For the record, Ironman, I DO NOT WANT TO SEE THEM CUT INTO ME!!!

But I would be slightly interested in seeing them pull that little chickie out. We have still shots of Alex being lifted out, and everything is covered. My stomach doesn't even look like my stomach. It looks like he's being pulled out of the foam from a couch cushion or something.

If Ironman video tapes it, and it turns out horribly graphic, we don't ever have to watch it again. It will be shelved like our wedding video which is too traumatic for either of us to watch. Ironman looks like he's on the verge of running out of the church while he's watching all of the bride's maids file in. I look like I'm about to faint the entire way down the aisle. But once I get up to the front with him, it turns into a giant cheese fest that makes me get stomach cramps from watching it. It's like I need to take some Imodium A-D before I sit down to watch it.

I repeat all of my vows like a really bad soap star--complete with dramatic head movements for emphasis on all the really important parts.

But I digress...so I've gained about 50 pounds with this pregnancy which is my norm. I gained about 10 pounds more with the twins, but I only went to 34 weeks with them. Had I gone full term, I'm sure I would have gained over 70 pounds.

There is no (good) excuse for my weight gain, but my frame is never prepared for me throwing on that much weight. I know that has something to do with why I'm in so much pain all the time. I'm not letting Faith off the hook that easily though. She has certainly done her fair share to add to the tonnage. Six pounds, 11 ounces is nothing to sneeze at. She has to accept responsibility for her part of it. It takes two to eat all of those cookies.

I'm currently contemplating a nap versus cleaning. This is my last week to get my house in perfect order if I'm ever going to do it. But I work better under pressure. I'm thinking Sunday night is the time to spazz out and clean. Looks like it's nap time.