"Come to me all who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest..."

I have always liked that verse (Matthew 11:28-30 for those who are interested) but I think Jesus might have been speaking directly to largely pregnant women.  Weary?  Check.  Burdened? Check.  Good news though?  There is an end in sight!

I am due tomorrow and we had an ultrasound and appointment today.  The ultrasound was to make a guess at size and check amniotic fluid levels.  The appointment was to establish that I may never have this baby on my own.  While ultrasounds this late in a pregnancy can be off by a pound in either direction, the baby was estimated at weighing 9 lbs. 12 oz.  Seriously.  I also have a lot of fluid, all of which equals enormous Sara.  My doc told me flat out that he didn't want me to go another week.  That is at least another half a pound of weight the baby would put on and greatly increases my risk of c-section.  Enough said.  Sign me up for an induction!

If I don't go into labor onto my own, I will be induced Sunday night.  They will do a low dose of pitocin Sunday night with the hope that by Monday morning I will be dilated to 3 and he can break my water.  (I was dilated to 2 today.)  The hope is that will be enough to kick me into labor and I can progress on my own from there.  So, unless you hear other wise, think of me come Sunday.  Let's get ready to welcome baby Trey!