I had my weekly doctor's appt today, was dilated to a 3, and had my membranes swept. My silly, silly doctor informed me that he is leaving for a week-long vacation on Saturday. After I kicked him, I asked who his back-up was and if he was on board with my birthing wishes (he is). On Sunday when I was dropping off Bella in her nursery room at church, a little boy looked at me a bit horrified and asked me how many babies were in my belly. I was chatting with a friend at the time and we both started to laugh, and I told him just 1 but she was just about ready to come out. He looked at my friend and said "that is one big baby!" I kicked him too.