Nathan continues to blow my mind with the things he's learning. He will sort of count sometimes, in the same way he does his alphabet (the alphabet is O...B...Y...D...O- counting is 2...3....SIX!) but today picked up two stuffed Elmos at the library and announced, "TWO ELMO!" He then declared one the Baby Elmo and one the Mama Elmo, which is his favorite thing to do when there are two of anything. If there is three, there gets to be a Daddy.
Yesterday I had to take him to the pediatrician because he broke out in this horrible rash all over his body. She diagnosed him with "some sort of viral infection" and recommended we keep him away from other kids until it cleared. Which is not what you want to hear right before you have a baby, especially since today's plans involved spending lots and lots of time with other kids. We improvised, instead, and I took him to the playground super early and he got a good hour in before anyone else showed up. Then Target, then the library, then a big long walk with Buster, and some outside time and we made it to nap in one piece. (I would have just kept him home but it was the housekeeper's morning to come and Nathan is terrified of the vacuum cleaner. Cancelling the housekeeper right before having a baby is not an option.)
The afternoon was trickier- I had a doctor's appointment, and all of Nathan's sitters are friends of mine who have kids his age. So I had to take him with me, and spent 24 hours completely stressed out about taking him with me and keeping him entertained and still while I had a cervical exam. I completely forgot to stress out about the plans to induce me tomorrow, in fact.
Turns out the stress was needless- Nathan sat in a chair and read books for an hour in the waiting room (giving the newly pregnant couple there the totally wrong idea about 2 year olds) and then I strapped him into the stroller to take him back for the exam. (I put the stroller where he wouldn't see anything that would scar him for life.) A few more books and a handful of m and ms and he was good to go. (Although he did ask why I didn't say "Aaah.")
The doctor determined that I had dilated another centimeter (up to 4) but told me the hospital was pretty busy. So induction tomorrow is probably not happening, and I have to wait and hear when they can get me in. After spending a week accepting a semi-elective induction (and, you know, having my mom fly in tonight for it) this wasn't really what I wanted to hear. So I'll either be induced as soon as the hospital is ready for me or I'll go into labor before then. Which is probably fine, and gives Nathan's rash time to clear up, but seriously, I am ready to freaking have this baby.
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