Another doctors appointment today. I really had myself convinced that I would be dilated so she could strip my membranes (look it up) and then maybe we'd be in labor within the next few days. I was the exact same as before (fingertip, 25% effaced). The doctor couldn't do a thing for me. She was honest enough to tell me that she didn't think I was going to dilate on my own. That's the same problem I had with Abby. I had been praying about this for so long. I was praying for God to use the doctor to tell me the truth. So, if I'm going to have a c-section again, why be pregnant for a few more weeks waiting for something that's not going to happen? I'm due Saturday, so Jason and I decided to schedule a c-section for this Friday. The 5th sounds like a good birthday. That way I'll be in the hospital over the weekend and Jason will be at home with me through the week. I'm coming to terms with this decision pretty quickly. I cried a lot this morning in the doctor's office but now I'm feeling relatively good about this. At least I have something definite to plan around. More on this later I assume.