I had a checkup yesterday afternoon and it was determined that I am 4 cm dilated and 60% effaced. What a great start, for not even being due yet! I had the good doctor strip my membranes hoping to get things moving but all I've seen so far is a slight increase in cramping and low back pain and some extra *ahem* material making its way out. Of the slimy variety. Gross.
I have another appointment scheduled for the 10th if there's no baby by then, where she'll probably strip my membranes again and then marvel at how I could possibly still be pregnant. She scheduled an induction date for the 15th, laughing the entire time. "There's no way you'll still be pregnant by then. It would be some freak of nature thing!" She's the expert; I only hope she's right. I'm still hoping for this weekend, but a day or two relaxing and finalizing things wouldn't be awful, either.
Coco reminded me that today is the 5th. And rent is due on the 5th. I'm not sure my brain has been processing anything other than baby-related news for the last week or so. I had to check our bank account to make sure we even had enough (we do) and call Chris to remind him to drop off a check. He said he thought about it yesterday but didn't say anything because he knew today was payday. Duh, I still would have appreciated a reminder since it had obviously slipped my mind ENTIRELY, as evidenced by the fact that I didn't mention it ONCE during the last week, which is so unlike me. Men are so oblivious.
Kawika had a GREAT last day at day care, of course. This week at drop off he hardly fussed at all, didn't actually cry, and by Thursday morning he was happily reaching for his teacher and waving bye-bye to me. He was happy as a clam when I picked him up and gave his teacher kisses. I don't know if it's that he finally got used to it, just in time for me to pull him out, or if he somehow knew it was his last day. Either way it makes me kind of sad. I almost wish I could afford to keep him there at least a couple of days per week, but if I'm not working, I just can't.
When I picked Kawika up yesterday I made it a point to clean out his cubby and grab everything that was his so 1) It wasn't in the way and 2) So we could use it. One of the teachers also handed me a handful of art projects and I thought "Wow, that's a lot of art!" Well it turns out that it's not his! Some poor little kiddo named Emese is now missing all of their art. Don't worry, Emese's parents, it's safely on my garage work bench and I am planning on bringing it back. I love every stupid preshus random crayon scribble Kawika made on a leaf-shaped cut out that probably held his attention for all of 30 seconds, and I'm sure you want your child's version, so never fear. It will be returned. I won't even ask for ransom.