This is how I spend my whole life lately, it seems.
Right now, I’m waiting to hear from Kathy, who is waiting for an official report from the doctor I saw yesterday. I was tested for gestational diabetes (negative), so it sounds like the doctor is willing to allow me to have a “trial” of labor, and see what happens. However, she warned me that there is a high probability of c-section, so I should prepare myself for that. She also feels that I should labor at the hospital “just in case,” though I don’t think Kathy agrees.
I expected to be induced yesterday, but the doctor feels that I should wait and go into labor on my own, presumably because Pitocin isn’t a great idea when the uterus is badly distended, as mine is.
So. I still don’t know what’s going to happen for sure, and this child shows no signs of wanting to come out yet. Every day I wake up, hoping for signs of labor, and nothing! I’m getting very discouraged, and in my mind, I imagine this kid getting bigger and bigger by the minute. I envision giving birth to a full-grown toddler with hair and teeth, and ending up on You-Tube.[print-me/]