I've figured out why I've been so comfortable thus far with the pregnancy; it hasn't been hot! The weather has either been bitter cold, or springy. As the thermometer outside slowly inches to 90 degrees, I huddle closer to my fan...even with the air running I'm a sweaty mess. Maybe it's the extra weight around the middle, maybe the dog who won't leave my side...who knows?! We aren't making much progress on the baby-front. Baby Kant has definitely dropped, and I am probably 100% effaced at this point. No contractions (and thus no dialation) as far as I can tell, and I am hoping I would be able to tell...Next appointment on Wednesday should tell us more. A coworker has the 25-27 earmarked; Erich is banking on Wednesday to get more time off from work, and my in laws are hoping for Thursday, otherwise they'll be in Oklahoma for a wedding and miss all the fun. I'm fine with anything after 10:30 tonight--just let me find out how they end Lost, and ...