Tuesday, January 31st, 2012
I wasn’t expecting this, no pun intended, especially after two very early rounds of practice labor. It’s almost as if she’s in there pouting. All, Oh, not now, eh? Or now? Too early for you? Fine. I’ll just settle in for a couple more weeks and see how you feel then, Ms. I’m In No Rush. So here were are at forty weeks. Well, forty weeks and two days, to be exact. At this point in the game, when I grow larger by the hour, we cannot forget those two days.
At least I feel alright. No major pains or anything. Sure, I am pretty tired by evening time, and there is a certain amount of pressure in my lower abdominal region, and I don’t exactly sleep through the night. But all of that is pretty minimal considering I’m forty weeks and two days pregnant. Considering that, according to Parents.com’s babytracker, the baby inside me is no longer watermelon-sized, but pumpkin sized. Pumpkin! Funny, the first trimester was Morning Sickness Hell. The second was all about back and rib pain. And now here I am at the end of the third, hauling around a little pumpkin, feeling just fine. A few people have suggested that I need to get fed up; that that’s what’ll get the little girl moving. I’ll work on that. In the meantime, I’ve got plenty of work and nesting and resting to keep me busy.
Went to the doc today, and he said not much has changed, cervix-wise. I was hoping to have dilated at least another number, but I’m still right around a 2. Dangit. So I go in for an ultrasound and nonstress test first thing Friday morning, to make sure she’s OK hanging out in there a bit longer. (I have a feeling she’ll be in there mid-tai chi session, stopping only to wield her middle finger.) Then I have my forty-one weeks and two days appointment next Tuesday, at which we will schedule an induction.
All of this assuming I do not go into labor sooner. I really hope I do. I’ve tried lots of things, including having Roy demand she come out now, but am certainly open to others.
Fingers crossed my next post is an announcement. I’m not holding my breath. Unless, of course, you tell me that holding my breath would induce labor.
One last thing: My fellow Parents.com blogger Jill Cordes, who had the exact same due date as me, had her baby. Congrats, Jill, Phil & Fia! Her little boy is healthy and crazy adorable, and she picked out an awesome name.
Pumpkin image credit: iStockphoto