Happy Babies... Tired Mom

Well, no babies here. They seem to like it cozy, on the inside. I actually looked better at yesterday's doctor visit than I did last week. Have not progressed at all, nope, not even a little bit. And, thanks to all of this past weekend's trusty resting, the contractions have calmed way down. I only cried all the way home telling Wes I couldn't do this one more day. Turns out, apparently I can. Never been more miserable and praying for a healthy end to this experience soon. Monday will be 37 weeks - that is when Gabriel is born. Never thought these two would make it that far. When it is time to be hindsight, I know that it is blessing, but in the middle of this it feels a bit more like a nightmare.