Today was my 37 week appointment, the one where you're finally really and truly considered full term. I was keeping my expectations really low, as in expecting Doc to say, "you're fat and not dilated," so that if the news was any better than that, I'd be happy.
He left out the "you're fat" part, so I guess I'm happy. And all the other stats were good: blood pressure, heart rate, belly tape measure, etc.
But I won't lie: I was really really hoping that he'd say I was dilated to at least one.
So that there was a least a reason for waking all night to contractions the last few nights.
Maybe next week.