They say it comes in threes...

Great news: labor hasn't progressed much since last week. Still 2cm and zero station and I'm only 75% effaced (was 70% last week).  Bed rest actually works!  Incredible!  My doctor was so impressed with the lack of change, that he says I only need to be on rest until Friday and then I'll be 36 weeks and can resume normal activity.  Knowing that full rest practically stopped progression, we figure it will take me a week or so of regular activity before I'll go into labor on my own, between 37 and 38 weeks....which is right on track with my other deliveries.  There is a new law, and my dr. cannot induce labor before 39 weeks.  Corbin was 37 1/2 weeks and at 7lbs 11oz he got got stuck during delivery and had to be vacuumed out.  If I wait until 39 weeks I am at a pretty good risk of needing an emergency C section because I just don't have the capacity to deliver a big baby.  So we're trying to find the sweet spot between too early and too big and our formula is do absolutely nothing until friday, then get up and go and see what happens. Wouldn't life be great if we just had complete control over everything? (says the type A control freak who doesn't deal well with the unknown.)

Bad news: Last week, our master bathroom toilet started leaking and created a nice plumbing disaster under the house.  My plumber came (and fixed a few annoying loose rattling pipes while he was under there. yay!), saw the leak and said, "whoa! it's leakin' like a big dawg unda heah!" 

Luckily, we're in a drought and the ground under the house is soooo dry that the flooding dried out enough to not cause damage to our foundation. 
Plumber fixed the toilet for a very reasonable price and was on his way.  Water disaster #1.

Bad News #2: I just went into the bathroom and discovered the grossest scene ever.  Corbin tried to take off his diaper and PUT his (green, runny) poop into the toilet.  Tub, walls, rugs, trash can, carpet, tile, shower curtain, sink, cabinet, everything is covered in ultimate grossness.  I stuck him in the tub with his shirt still on and just started hosing everything down...dry heaving in the process. Blech.  So much for doing "absolutely nothing" today. I should have saved the mopping for Aaron ;)

And when I reached under the sink to get some cleaning rags to take care of the disaster, all of the towels were wet.  The sink is leaking, but I can't figure out where from.  I guess I wouldn't have discovered this plumbing disaster if Corbin hadn't had his own plumbing disaster, so it's all good in the end. Except that I had a serious mess to clean up. Waah.  I called my plumber back and he'll be over tomorrow to fix water disaster #2. 

So that's our week. Aside from the bathroom/corbin scrub down, I'm still resting, but I can already hear the freedom of friday calling my name.  I can't wait to get off this sofa and do something. anything.  

Here's hoping that "water disaster #3" will be MY water breaking in 2 weeks!