3 centimeters. 50% effaced. -2 station.

My midwife (the one I like the most out of all 6) said, out of the blue, that she'll be on call for me this weekend. That is unless I didn't want to go to all the hassle...and then, she wouldn't be offended.
Are you kidding me, woman!? Hassle, what hassle??? I was having to contain myself from shouting and jumping up and down!! and here she is downplaying it into a hassle. Silly, silly midwife.
Seriously, I was amazed. and relieved. and overwhelmed. She said she "WANTED to deliver this baby"...on her weekend off. There are no words.
As of right now, I'm contracting, thinking that we just MIGHT go into labor in the next 24 hours. (Okay, so I think more like 7 hours...but I'm trying not to get my hopes up. Again.)
And now...off to throw stuff together. Yes. I'm serious. I haven't packed yet.
In fact, I just registered at the hospital last evening. Can you tell that I'm still not convinced that this enlarged belly of mine is harboring an actual baby?

The whole thing STILL seems so surreal??!! being that my baby (Alana, almost 15 months) is upstairs sleeping.
Okay. I'm off... :)