"Lucky"

I find myself so often thinking how "lucky" I am to be so near having Baby A in my arms - and then I remember that I absolutely hate the word "lucky."  I don't believe in luck, I believe in God.  I absolutely respect everyone else's feelings and beliefs, and certainly don't judge anyone who believes otherwise - but I don't believe that random chance is keeping my baby safe.  I believe that I am blessed beyond measure and words, and am just so grateful.  This pregnancy has been harder than I ever imagined physically and emotionally in many ways, but I refuse to complain (to anyone other than my husband) - I am so truly blessed to have every minute, and am so grateful.

Today was our 36w5d (36w6d by the OB's count) appointment.  It went well.  I gained 2 lbs, which brings my grand total up to 16 lbs.  My OB said he'd still really like to see me gain some weight (since I'm naturally a pretty small person), so I "shouldn't put down the Twin.kies."  Ideal weight gain range for me would have been 25 - 35 lbs, anywhere between 15 and 50 is "normal" - but since I'm barely in that range, he would really like to see me gain some more weight. 

I'm dilated to about 1.75 cm right now.  Didn't get a report on effacement, but that's okay because I'm still a little sketchy on what it means.  I was about 60% effaced two weeks ago, so I'm assuming the answer is "more."  We got our C-section officially on the books, though (assuming no early arrivals) - July 20 at 7:30 a.m. CDT.  We get to be at the hospital at 5:30 a.m. - since my husband works at the very same hospital the night before until 10 p.m., I'm feeling a little bad for him!