
Single digits?! How is it possible that I'm only 6 days away from my due date?! I look back over the past year and I'm awed and amazed at where we've come from.
I've reverted back to scrutinizing every single symptom my body has...cramping, twinges, bathroom habits, pressure, random bodily fluids, baby's position and movement. Helllooo....2 week wait all over again! Just when I think: "I can't possibly be any more uncomfortable!" My body surprises me with a new ache, pain or strain. My mantra for the past couple of weeks has been: It's all temporary!
I saw Dr. OB Thursday afternoon, and my stubborn cervix is still holding strong at about a 2 and I'm 60 percent effaced. He explained that theoretically we "could" choose to induce at this point, but because of the position of my cervix (still tucked way back behind baby's head) we'd be inducing into about a 50-50 chance of C-section. Baby Pat still looks fantastic on his weekly non-stress tests and my blood pressure (118/20) and weight (officially up 20 pounds!) indicate that I'm doing well, too. I think it would be difficult to justify the risk of major surgery, with my risk for clotting problems, when baby and mama are both doing well. Soooo...we decided to wait-it-out. For now. I see Dr. OB and have another NST on Tuesday. Hopefully we'll see some more progress at that stage. I think I've finally (
maybe?) come to terms with the fact that I'm in control of NONE of this...and that scares the crap out of this Type A, control freak!
And yes...we've gotten ALL kinds of advice about bringing on labor. Eat spicy food. Take lots of long walks. Have bunches of crazy sex...and you've got to be kidding me with this one?! Squatting with and without a birthing ball. At my massage appointment yesterday, the therapist even gave me a chart of acupressure points on the ear that are supposed to bring on labor. I honestly think baby laughs at all my shenanigans and nestles in a little bit more snugly every time I even
attempt to coax him out!
So for now, I'm still pregnant. And I know that it won't last forever. So I wait. And I clean. And of course, I worry. But above all, I enjoy the last few days of bladder jabs, rib kicks, 1 am flutters and hiccups because I know that they soon will become diaper changes, inconsolable wails and 2...4...6 am feedings. Please remind me why I want to rush this little guy out?!
