Some good news!

The OB appointment I had been dreading happened today, and it went a little something like this:

I cried before I left.
Then I cried during the drive.
I almost cried as the OB told me that no, she would not break my water for me to 'see if that did anything'.

And then I had that bloody membrane sweep thingy, which is clearly performed with a well-concealed pitch fork.

And then I ordered a very large tea and a muffin and consumed them, and then hobbled to the car.

And now we wait.  Which should be a nice change of pace from, ooooo, the last FIVE WEEKS of waiting.  Except that this waiting period will be done in a hot bath or in bed, because, um, I'm not walking anywhere.