1 centimeter

I went to the doctor on Tuesday. She said I was dilated 1 centimeter and 70% effaced. At the time, I considered this wonderful news. I felt like my body was finally making some progress towards launching this kid into the world. I was peaceful and calm on Tuesday night and most of the day Wednesday. I guess I felt like something would happen soon and I could just relax about it. Well that time of calm has passed. I have reverted to anxious waiting and am plotting ways to force this baby out. I told Tony I was going to stop eating to try to starve her out. He just laughed at me and said that was the emptiest threat he had ever heard.
An interesting phenomenon has started to occur at work. Everyday people look surprised to see me. Then, they look at me like I'm crazy for coming to work. It's hard to explain that even though I look like I'm toting a two year old around inside my belly that I actually feel fine. I'm frustrated that I feel well enough to go to work everyday, but I might as well go. I don't have any interest in sitting around my house alone and still not having a baby. We had a Thanksgiving potluck for my floor today. I ate so much food that maybe the baby will give up her current residence just because Mama's lunch is crowding her.
I will sign off this post the same way I leave work everyday. Maybe I won't see you again for awhile. I hope to not update tomorrow because I'll be otherwise occupied. But if I'm still pregnant, I'll post another whiny paragraph about how much I want to get this over with.