My love taught me a valuable lesson. I've been speaking incorrectly my whole life (as often as I actually used medical vocabulary). I've been saying that I'm two centimeters dialated when in reality, I'm only two centimeters dilated. For some reason, dialate seems to sound better--like I'm progressed further than I actually am or something. Too bad. Still, with only a week and a half 'til our baby's due date, I guess I can be patient until I'm the patient.
Ba da bum.
Oh, and sorry that I have nothing interesting to blog about these days except my changing belly. There's not much else that I can think about these days... except the fact that 24 is back on. That should keep me occupied for the next few weeks.