Sorry to report that we are still not in labor. I’ve had some contractions, but not anything regular or even uncomfortable for that matter. I’m usually pretty chill during early labor anyway, so unless I get “serious” with the contractions, no alarms will be sounded or phone calls made.
Too bad we don’t live near Atlanta where you can get a labor-inducing eggplant parmesan! Luckily for us, they post the recipe on the website. Guess what I’m having for dinner tomorrow? We’d have it tonight, but it’s Wednesday and we have church.
So, while I sit here and wait for labor to start, you guys head over to my scrapbooking blog and join the Mystery Host blog party. There are a couple giveaways going on and the chance to earn some awesome Creative Memories host rewards.
I’m getting down to the wire here. I wish I could say that I’m in labor RIGHT NOW, so I won’t be posting for a day or two (maybe).
Thing is, with gestational diabetes, there are risks that I’m not willing to take. My OB has “taken the liberty” of scheduling a hospital induction. And my midwife (the one I’m seeing on the sly so I can have a Top Secret Homebirth (shhhh)), agrees that we should take any measure we can right now to get this show on the road.
I’ve been taking Evening Primrose Oil for the past couple weeks. Then I started some homeopathic remedies on Sunday. I’m also walking around with a makeshift maternity belt so I can get the baby into a better position. I don’t think I mentioned that I have diastasis, which causes the baby to turn “sunny side up” and NOT put pressure on my cervix.
Who knew this would end up being so complicated?
Anyway, I’m going in for a “stretch & sweep” tomorrow.
Send me all your best labor-inducing vibes, gentle readers. I really hate that we have to intervene like we do, but it really does need to be done. And I’d rather not have to do the hospital induction. Been there, done that, don’t want to do it again, thank you very much.
Well, I did it. Nice people from church asked me what kind of diapers I wanted and if I could link them to some they could find at the stores in town. I knew Target carried BumGenious and Bumkins, so I went ahead and started a registry to make it easier for people to find them.
And then I got carried away adding stuff like this:
And this:
(Is it me, or does that baby look really concerned?)
Much like last time, when I was pregnant with Simon, we had gotten rid of most of our “gear”. Not that we need a bouncer or another sling. I just thought, eh, those would be nice to have.
I’m almost there. There are just a couple more things we need to get for the baby but they aren’t necessary for the actual birth or even the first week. Our birth supplies are organized and ready to go, the car seat is installed, and the changing table has been reorganized (again).
Though I’m not “due” for a couple more weeks, it sure would be lovely to just go ahead and have this baby, say…TODAY. And for purely selfish reasons: I don’t feel like going to church. It’s horrible of me to say, I know, but I am just really worn out. Plus, I’m tired of hearing how huge I am even though I told just about everyone who commented on my size three months ago that I would get bigger.
So now that I’ve done just about everything that I can do around the house and more, I’m simply passing the time by knitting customs for others, doing as much Creative Memories work on the computer as I can stand, and praying that every slight twinge of my uterus is the onset of labor.
“Full Term.”
I hate that phrase. Not only does it give me hope that any moment I’ll start feeling those familiar uterine twinges, it makes me curse every day that labor does not happen. I’m not by any means wishing for labor to begin. In fact, based on my previous pregnancies, I’m prepared to go the full forty weeks and then some. Aiden was the only one who came early, but there were different circumstances surrounding that entire experience.
No, my friends, I only wish to have this baby soonish because I basically don’t want to deal with my OB anymore. We have finally come to a point where we disagree on almost every aspect of my mental and physical health. If I hadn’t been undressed from the waist down yesterday, I would have jumped up from the table and stormed out. As it was, I think it would have looked pretty ridiculous to get up and put my pants on in an angry way, considering I can barely put them on in a normal-looking way right now (imagine a walrus trying to put on pants).
Factors surrounding this conflict include:
- Her thinking that I’m going to end up with 12 children because I don’t plan on using hormonal birth control after I give birth.
- The subsequent handing of brochures to me outlining the various forms of birth control she offers.
- My mental health: she would like me to see a psychologist because she believe me to be severely depressed. The truth is, every time I’m in her office, something pisses me off which makes me cry. I cry when I’m angry. HOLY CRAP.
- I refuse to see a psychologist, so she pretty much stopped being friendly with me. I guess she doesn’t want to be nice to the crazy lady anymore.
So, yeah. It would be nice to go ahead and squirt this baby out before next week so that I can just be done with this entire charade.
Don’t tell my choir director, though. She’s made it more than clear that she’d like me to hold it in until after Easter. HA!
