This morning I saw my doctor, and then hurried to the Monroe house to help Michael with our project of the day—-plastering the kitchen ceiling. We worked hard from about 11 a.m. until around 4 p.m. spraying the mud and then “knocking it down” (which means smoothing it out a little).

I told Michael that I hope when we walk into the kitchen after the ceiling is dry, we look up and say, “Oh! That’s nice!” rather than, “Oh.”

Even though I was somewhat uncomfortable today while working, I was greatly encouraged by my visit to the doctor. He said that things are looking good and I’m already dilated to 1 cm. Yippee! I’ve never been that dilated before being full-term and ready to be induced. And I still have two more weeks before my due date!

Tonight I’m tired and ready to crawl into bed even though it’s not even 7 pm. Is that allowed? The rest of the gang will watch Monday Night Football, so they’ll never miss me.

It was a good day of work, and we got a major project accomplished. What a wonderful feeling.