So, I've been at 3 cm for nearly a month, and I've been having contractions since Thursday. And all I can say is, she just ain't comin. I'm completely convinced that she has just decided that the outside world seems like it's going to be too much, and so she's happy staying put. Of course, it doesn't bother her at all that mama is starting to resemble a child's bouncy ball. Now, I ask you, am I just holding one of those balls while chillin' in shopping cart?
I will, however, say that some hope has returned to my life since the ear piercing, cheesy, dated, Mary Poppins-esque songs from "Enchanted" did not win an Oscar tonight, but rather the award went to the amazingly touching and simply gorgeous sounds of Once. I will also jump up and down a bit for Diablo Cody and Mr. Day-Lewis.