You can call me doctor!

But you really shouldn't.

I turned in all my paperwork and paid all my fees yesterday. It is done! And the bindery is printing it for me right now. It suddenly felt like it was Friday, which is a feeling I haven't had in a very long time.

I have officially won the race with baby, who is still doing his gestation thing. It is crazy to think that They were warning he could have shown up 6 weeks ago and he is now post-dates. Baby knows best and I'm sure we'll meet face-to-face fairly soon. Perhaps on Labor Day. Ha, ha.

It has gotten to the fun part of pregnancy where everything is a potential labor sign. Or not. Pre-labor or tummy bug? Burst of energy related to labor or excited about depositing the dissertation? Nesting instinct or standard cleaning de-stressing response? Back pain from baby shifting or sleeping in a bad position? I'll be right sooner or later.

I am ready, but I don't seem to be too anxious, yet. All the medical staff I interact with seem to assume that I'm Extra Ready and seem to spend a lot of time talking me down instead of figuring out that I'm not anxious. I figure baby knows best (or the placenta, or my uterus, or whatever it actually is that makes the decision) and I'd rather let it decide than have me decide.

The last person I was in to see was very strange (If you count nurses and ultrasound technicians, I have now seen at least 19 different health care people about baby in the last 3 months)(Geez, how did I get that dissertation done? I'm amazing). She was covering for another doctor who was on vacation, so I was literally going to see her once. She totally sat down and chatted to me for 5 minutes about Stuff (PhD, etc). And she tried to talk me out of feeling like I should induce even though I made no mention of it. I guess I expect the chat from someone I'm going to see a lot, but just for one visit? Don't we all have better things to do?