The DentistAlthough I'm sure that the doctor and dentist always have the best of intentions (except for the weirdies), their appointments are always the most dreaded. But people usually don't hate both, it's one or the other. Matt, for example, hates the doctor. He refuses to see the doctor unless he's sliced his arm open and needs 13 stitches, which actually happened a week after he complained about having health insurance that he "doesn't need." I, however, have always hated the dentist. And now that he's my father-in-law, it makes for a very complicated situation!
Anywho, I've felt that I would always be able to count on hating the dentist and not the doctor; but today, the doctor's appointment took a tragic turn for the worse.
The good news: I'm dilated to a one! And the doctor decided to move my inducing date up a week because Alivia is measuring a little bit bigger, but it's probably more due to the fact that I kept begging him to induce me TODAY!
The bad news: how he obtained this information. Today was the first day that he started to check dilation - WORST EXPERIENCE OF MY LIFE! Although I kept a brave face - I was thinking, "If I can barely handle this, HOW THE FREAK AM I GOING TO HANDLE LABOR!"
Anywho, he also felt her head today. She's head down which is good, but she's not committed, she moved once he touched her - so now we need to start having pep talks with her -
COMMIT ALIVIA, COMMIT!









