1 centimeter dilated and 75% effaced. If that means nothing to you, Google it. Basically, he's trying to be born.
I feel guilty, but my first thought when the doctor told me the news was, "But I haven't had my baby shower yet!" My second thought was, "OMG, we don't even have INSURANCE for him yet. Imagine the hospital bills a preemie would rack up!"
After that, my thoughts have been pretty much variations of those two.
So I'm going in tomorrow for a Fetal Fibronectin test. In layman's terms, it tests for the presence of the glue that is holding him inside me. If the glue is dissolving and coming out (AKA a positive result), there's a high chance I'll go into labor in the next two weeks. If the glue is still busy sticking the amniotic sac to my uterus (AKA a negative result) then chances are slim that's he's coming out soon.
Aaron's gone to New Mexico to trade his Mustang for his stepdad's truck. I'm going to stay at my parents' house until he gets back, so that I don't have to cook my own food, because, oh yeah, I'm on COMPLETE AND TOTAL bedrest. I'm only allowed to get up to use the bathroom. And now I feel guilty for walking to the store and back today, walking up and down the stairs to Marcie's apartment, and a million other things that probably-wouldn't-have-but-maybe-could-have prevented this.
I'll keep the blog updated. Prayers and or positive thoughts for Declan would be appreciated.