Nada.

Had my doctor's appointment this morning-- and it involved the following being said by Dr Peskin: "I'm just the messenger" and then we both laughed. Really, that's all we can do. Little B is apparently LOVING life in Club Med (a.k.a. Hotel W). He/she is loving it so much that there have been absolutely no attempts to check out....not even a call to the front desk asking for his/her bags to be brought around. In fact, if a call was made to the concierge at the front desk, it was to inquire about upgrading to a pent house and extending his/her stay for a few more.....WEEKS!

Enough with the figurative speech....what I'm saying is that there was absolutely no change since my last appointment. Nothing. Not a single physical thing. Nada. Nil. Zilch. Zero. Zip. (see where I'm going with this??? :) The only thing that has changed is my level of feeling uncomfortable and the frequency of nights that I spend awake for long durations because I can't get comfortable. Both of those factors have increased. For example, last night I was up from 2:50a til about 5a. Nice. Then, I'm supposed to try to function at work on not much sleep at all. Ugh. I'm now officially crabby.

Meanwhile, the good kind of changes-- the ones that suggest that Little B might arrive sometime soon, they're all on pause. In fact, my next doctor's appointment isn't even scheduled until the day AFTER my due date. Bummer. Keep in mind though that this is b/c Dr Peskin will be out of town until next Wed, so on one hand this is good news. But, well, its just that I'm at the point now when I'm sick of waiting. I was hoping for just a little progress.

But, its totally out of my control. Little B will do as he/she wants to do....at least while in Hotel W. And if that means she/he wants to hang out in Hotel W for longer than I'd personally like, well, that's what'll happen. I have a sinking feeling that I am going to be the "Stuffed Bird @ Thanksgiving." They really don't want to do anything to artificially induce me if they can avoid it b/c of my history, so, we're pretty much on Little B's time table (or the C-Section route, which I don't want to even think about...so we're not going to unless we have to)

Okay, I vented. Time to focus on the positives-- Baby is doing fine. Heartbeat is good. They're in the right position-- another positive. And, I was looking forward to a quiet Thanksgiving...which I may just get in the hospital. We'll figure it out as we go :)