I went into my appointment yesterday feeling eager. Eager for some news. Something, anything! Throw me a bone, here! Walked in, signed in, sat down. Flipped through some pregnancy magazine with Lucas. There was an article inside that went through the signs and different stages of labor. We read it eagerly, I think both of us hoping that if we read it, it might actually happen.
The nurse calls my name and it takes me a good three seconds (Mississippi seconds) to get up out of the chair. I feel huge. I waddle my way though the door and take a seat in the chair next to the blood pressure cuff. It's not my usual nurse (whom I really like) but I remember this one and she is quite nice too. She remarks on how close I am to my due date ("Only two more days!"). She tells me I look really good for being two days away from my due date. I thank her. I still feel huge. Blood pressure is taken; normal. Time to get weighed, my least favorite part. Back to the scale, flips flops off, Lucas makes a move for my purse (he knows me well, no extra weight!). I never look and I tune the nurse out in case they say anything, which they usually don't. I think they get it. Down to Room 3-nope Room 2, because I am having an exam.
Sit down, lie back, pull up my shirt and expose my protruding belly. Measuring time! Height of fundus normal. Next up, heartbeat. Sounds good, strong. Baby starts kicking, as usual whenever we do the heartbeat check. It's like she knows. Heartbeat 132, very good. Undress from the waist down, Dr. Rodriguez will be right in. My doctor comes in and I am relieved to see her. I just wanna know! I hold my breath and....."Well....you're still only about a centimeter. Cervix is still thick." Deflation. "But I'm going to help you." Oh, we're doing THAT again. I really said that. But, okay. Sit up, get dressed, come on over to my office.
I am disappointed. I had really hoped for something. We sit down in her office. I am not sure exactly what we are going to talk about, but I have a pretty good idea. She tells us that she does not like to have babies go past 41 weeks and gives us the reasons why. We still have some time. But she feels we should schedule an induction. She gives us the option of next Monday or next Wednesday. I would like to wait longer but my parents fly out next Thursday, so we choose Monday. I am not a fan of induction. Or Pitocin. I feel like if I get induced, it's going to lead to a c-section. I am afraid of the c-section. I tell her these things. She assures me that a c-section will be our last resort. She tells me exactly what medication will be used first, and that it will be administered for 12 hours and it's solely for the cervix and it is NOT Pitocin. The Pitocin will be secondary, if needed. Apparently I have a finicky cervix. That seems to be our obstacle here. She prints out more forms for me to add to my medical records that I am to bring to Labor and Delivery. "You're gonna be fine", she assures me.
There is still some time, but if all else fails, we'll have our baby by next Tuesday. Not exactly they way I wanted to go about it, but it's alright, I guess. Like I said, there is still time. I don't want to get my hopes up but since this morning my body has been showing some signs that maybe it COULD be time. But I don't want to get too excited. Although wouldn't that be great if she showed up on her exact due date? I wish.
So, still we wait.
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