Saturday marked the end of week 39 of my pregnancy. Isabella if you ever read this – I want you to know that I am so grateful to have the opportunity to carry you and that I did enjoy our personal time together but I’m so ready for you to be here. Each time I go to the doctor I get my hopes up and then nothing…. I’m over this game of hurry up and wait. At 36 weeks she was down and in position. 38 weeks I was dialated and my uterus showed signs of labor. At my follow-up ultrasounds I was told my bags better be packed as she was sitting on my cervix. Last friday I lost my plug (in which I went into labor with Caleb 8 hours later) and here I am still pregnant. I’m trying to remind myself that she will come when she is ready. She is not Caleb and at by this point I should have learned this pregnancy was nothing like the one with Caleb. Today we had another appointment. The doctor seemed surprised that I hadnt had her yet. She told me that I was 3 centimeters and we are just waiting at this point. I scheduled another appointment for next Monday to discuss inducing if needed. She didnt think I would make it that long but then again she didnt think I would make it this long. So that is where we are at…. Hurry up and wait.