Kathy came and examined me yesterday, and there isn’t much happening. I was still at about 2.5 – 3 cm dilated, 50% effaced, with the baby at -3 station. However, I know the doctor didn’t want me to go past my due date, so the worst case scenario is that I will have to endure another week of this torture. I can get through another week…I think.
I’ve been having contractions today, and some are very strong and quite painful, but not at all regular. If I had to predict, I would say that I’m still going to be pregnant on Monday. Kathy said that if I’m still pregnant on Wednesday, she’ll come over and see if she can help things along with some herbs, and a sweep of the cervix. However, she and the doctor agree that the best thing for me would be for my body to do this on its own, if at all possible.
Unfortunately, I don’t have much confidence in my body right now. It keeps letting me down.
It’s a gloomy, foggy day here, and it’s not helping my mood, but I’m trying really hard to stay as upbeat and positive as I can. My husband says that I’m doing great, because I still have smiles left for him, but he’s easy to smile at, so that’s not really saying much.
My dad and husband both like to tease me about the baby’s size. My husband keeps joking that the baby will probably have to have his wisdom teeth removed shortly after he’s born. My Dad called today to see how I’m doing, and he couldn’t resist telling me that the baby will probably need a shave when he comes out, and also we might need to build a special cart to haul him around in, since he’s such a chunk.
Har har. They wouldn’t think this was all so funny if they had to give birth to this child. If they ever had to somehow squeeze a pot roast through their nostril, I might give them the benefit of the doubt, but until then, they need to zip it.[print-me/]