Holding pattern

I can say, finally, that I am getting anxious. I'm not scared or nervous - just ready for this to happen. I've been having contractions off and on since Friday. The most recent was about 9 minutes ago. I'm not very good at tracking these things, which makes it difficult to tell what's really going on.

When I was at the doc on Friday, I had dialated to 3 cms, nearly a third of the way there. That's reassuring, but a little odd to me as well. How can I be a third of the way to the pushing stage and continue doing normal every day stuff? I know people do it every day. It's just an odd thing.

Anyway, I'm ready to meet my little man. I'm ready to see whether he has my nose or Doug's; whether he'll be as bald as I was; whether he'll be a giant like his mommy or a little on the small side (prayers for the latter, please!). I'm ready. I'm beyond get set. I'm just waiting to go.

Until we actually make it to the hospital, I guess we're really just in a holding pattern, playing this waiting game. I don't know why these last 12 days should be any different than the first 200-something, but they are. God forbid we have to wait beyond July 5. . .