We are locked and loaded.
I am 2 centimeters dilated—and I’m not talking pupils, kids. Eight more and my knees will be pushed to my nose and Nate will be fighting off the urge to pass the hell out while saying things like “we’re almost there!” Crazy! Adding to the crazy: While my doctor was doing her rubber-glove sweep of my lady business, she casually says: “And here’s the head!” She touched the head.
So I guess this teeny bump that I’ve been watching shimmy around my belly is a bum, not a head. Good to know. Hopefully these things will be easier to figure out upon exit.