I’m pretty sure the doctor wasn’t expecting to see me at my appointment today, but there I was. I’ve progressed a little to 5cm, but still pregnant – just in case anyone was worried they’d missed an announcement. I was reminded again that I could be induced at any time, so we decided to get me on the schedule for my due date. If Devon hasn’t made his arrival on his own, we’ll be headed at the hospital on Wednesday the 28th at 7:30AM. I’m sure most of what we heard was for our benefit, to egg us on a bit, but apparently whoever the doctor called to schedule the induction thought it was unnecessary, because obviously I’ll have him before then. The doctor said he did think about trying to get me to cough – thinking that would jumpstart labor at this point. Eventually he said something like, “All bets aside, just write her down.”
The plan is to break my water that morning and hope that everything else takes care of itself. My doctor thinks we’ll have a baby by lunchtime. I hope he’s right!! He did list off several ways I could try to get labor started on my own – raspberry leaf tea, castor oil (because it would give me the runs so bad, that I’d get dehydrated and go into labor) or cocaine (which would probably kill me and/or the baby, but I would deliver first). Always so helpful, Doc.
I have allergies and/or a cold right now and haven’t slept more than a total of 4 or 5 hours each of the last few nights. I’m really hoping to get a good night’s sleep in before Devon makes his arrival, but I’m not counting on it at this point. You combine this massive belly with congestion and a 2 year old who’s also sick and sleep doesn’t seem like a good possibility.
…you are half asleep and you’re dreaming about rolling over in bed like it’s no big deal. Then you wake up and realize you’ll actually need about 3 minutes and the assistance of your husband.
*My mother thinks I share too much on here sometimes, so if you agree with her, you might not want to keep reading. I’ll be using words like “dilated” and “effaced.” You’ve now been sufficiently warned 🙂
I had my 38 week (and 1 day) appointment today. Chloe was born at 38 weeks, and I’ve been trying really hard not to anticipate that he’ll arrive by then, which is good since I’ve now surpassed that mark!! I’m perfectly happy with my decision not to get checked last week, but was ready to know what was going on today. Before checking me, my doctor asked if I’d been having any contractions. I told him I hadn’t experienced anything different than what’s been going on for months now. While he checked me, he described the rules of Speed Scrabble to DaddyMort and I, and then left us waiting in suspense while he finished talking about the cut-throat game he plays with “his wife and some creative writers who always get massive words.” When he finished his rant, he asked if I was sure I wasn’t in labor.
Turns out, I’m 4cm, 100% effaced at a -2 station. He immediately told us that we could schedule an induction for anytime after next Thursday, September 22nd, when I’ll be 39 weeks. I don’t feel like there’s a need to schedule anything yet, and I’d really like to keep things as natural as possible, but I might feel differently a week from now. I spent almost a week at this ‘progression’ with Chloe and was going crazy waiting by the end of it!!
I’ve been feeling more contractions today than I have before, but I don’t know if I’m truly having more or if I’m just paying more attention since I’m armed with this new information. They’re slightly uncomfortable, but not horrible and not close enough together to really worry about. I say that, but then I think, “If I’ve made it this far without anything being ‘horrible’ or ‘close enough’ who knows what all that means.”
So, here we go again!! Time to play the paranoid waiting game…
You know what’s funny in a 2 year-old’s world?? A zebra with pink boots. Chloe and her good friend at MissK’s both giggle every time she wears this dress.
And do you know how my 2 year-old likes to get pampered?? In her words, “Purple toes. Downstairs. Brobee!!” My daughter wanted to get her toes painted purple while watching Yo Gabba Gabba on the couch downstairs. Since I was headed out later in the evening to get a pedicure myself (since I can no longer reach my own toes!) I obliged.
And the polish was dry just in time to participate in the ‘dancey-dance’ and ‘silly face’ portions of Y.G.G.
I had my appointment this morning. It was uneventful and I opted not to get checked. We decided not to stir up any trouble at this point – especially not ahead of the big Iowa vs. Iowa State football game this weekend 🙂 I will be getting checked next week at my 38 week appointment though. That’s how far along I was when I had Chloe and I think curiosity will get the best of me by then. As uncomfortable as I am at times lately – just check out my massive belly below – I’m really okay sticking it out for a couple weeks yet. I feel like everyone else is more ready than I am!!
We’re still waiting on the arrival of the rocking chair for Devon’s room, I need to finish repairing the cloth diapers (the elastic needs to be replaced on all of them, since Chloe’s chubby little lets stretched it out) and the hospital bag needs to be packed. Not to mention, the house could use some cleaning and few more meals in the freezer would be nice. However, we do have a crib, carseat and diapers and I am officially considered full-term, so we’ll be okay whenever he makes his arrival.
When will BabyD arrive? How much will he weigh? How long will he be? Enter your best guess here.
This is what a morning at Nanna and Dudad’s looks like.