So my dream of wandering into my OB appointment today and finding out that I was 8cm dilated and hadn't been feeling a thing the whole time was completely shattered.
I'm not dilated. At all. Not a damn fraction of a centimeter. Nada.
I am 50% effaced and he's at -2, which from what I can feel is pretty well lodged in places I'm not used to feeling so much pressure.
The regular contractions (and they're definitely regular - every five minutes for about 45 seconds - and enough that I can pick out the peaks without a problem) are "simply helping to move things along", according to the OB, and she now thinks I'll likely go until close to his due date.
So that's where we are - or where he is, I should say. Two more weeks - I'm not sure if I'm up for it!