36 Week Apt with No Name Baby Boy

Mr Smith feels like he has more control over the name this time around. Just because I chose Alexis or Lexi? It's the first boy and so DAD gets to name him? I'm not sure. I thought it was a guarantee from previous boy discussions, but Mr Smith has a bit of a list. Which doesn't give me any anxiety at all. So for now, he is still unnamed.

I went in for my 36 week apt to get the group b swab test. I totally forgot about that test, which felt like nothing (except awkward) but for some reason as soon as they said it I had bad memories. Let's say having the cervix checked was spot on from previous memories. I'm always torn about the cervix checks, because even if you can get progress from week to week, it still creates false assumptions, because really I could go into labor today or two weeks from now; it's up to the baby still.

But for what it's worth, I'm 1 cm dilated and 60% effaced.

Definitely figured I had thinned.

And still +35 lbs. The appetite does wane some at the end, but I can see me still meeting the final weight I incurred with Lexi if I didn't go past my due date (since that isn't allowed this time)

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