Is it wrong that I was really looking forward to using that title?
By wrong, one could assume I mean pathetic, which is true.
So, that whole membrane stripping thing isn't as bad as I thought it would be. It was over in a matter of seconds, although I can't say I feel much different now - about half an hour later - than I did before it happened. It's still early, though. I'm going to vigorously clean the house and hope I can get some type of labour going. I'm wondering if I should buy the doctor some roses now that we've been, you know, intimate.
But regardless of this outcome, I shall have a baby by the end of Thursday. It has been decreed that I, The Maven, will have my water broken on the morning of October 12th if labour has not commenced on its own by then. My doctor will be working in the hospital that day and wants to oversee the proceedure (she's not there again until the 25th). We both decided this was the best course of action to avoid a cesarean in my particular case. She's afraid that if she sends me there on a day when she's not around, they may decide not to break the water and instead just slice and dice up my poor tummy without giving the spawnling a chance to crawl out on his own.
I would love to go into labour naturally and really hope I do sometime tonight or tomorrow. However, if that doesn't happen I'm feeling really positive about what an active role I've taken in making this as good for InUtero Boy and I as possible.
I'm still 2cm dilated and have lost another cm as he's dropped further into my pelvis. I'm now only measuring four weeks ahead at 44cm. Horray! Maybe he won't be the monster I was anticipating (my definition of monster is weighing over 11lbs - it's slightly distorted from what most people consider a big baby. But when you've birthed 10lb gremlins before, it's natural to have a skewed view of these things). He's also fully engaged and ready go to now, which is why we can safely do the membrane rupture on Thursday if necessary.
I would post more, but I'm more excited than a rich kid of divorced parents at Christmas and have about a million things to do over the next 12-48 hours, depending on how things go.
Weeeeeeeee!!
By wrong, one could assume I mean pathetic, which is true.
So, that whole membrane stripping thing isn't as bad as I thought it would be. It was over in a matter of seconds, although I can't say I feel much different now - about half an hour later - than I did before it happened. It's still early, though. I'm going to vigorously clean the house and hope I can get some type of labour going. I'm wondering if I should buy the doctor some roses now that we've been, you know, intimate.
But regardless of this outcome, I shall have a baby by the end of Thursday. It has been decreed that I, The Maven, will have my water broken on the morning of October 12th if labour has not commenced on its own by then. My doctor will be working in the hospital that day and wants to oversee the proceedure (she's not there again until the 25th). We both decided this was the best course of action to avoid a cesarean in my particular case. She's afraid that if she sends me there on a day when she's not around, they may decide not to break the water and instead just slice and dice up my poor tummy without giving the spawnling a chance to crawl out on his own.
I would love to go into labour naturally and really hope I do sometime tonight or tomorrow. However, if that doesn't happen I'm feeling really positive about what an active role I've taken in making this as good for InUtero Boy and I as possible.
I'm still 2cm dilated and have lost another cm as he's dropped further into my pelvis. I'm now only measuring four weeks ahead at 44cm. Horray! Maybe he won't be the monster I was anticipating (my definition of monster is weighing over 11lbs - it's slightly distorted from what most people consider a big baby. But when you've birthed 10lb gremlins before, it's natural to have a skewed view of these things). He's also fully engaged and ready go to now, which is why we can safely do the membrane rupture on Thursday if necessary.
I would post more, but I'm more excited than a rich kid of divorced parents at Christmas and have about a million things to do over the next 12-48 hours, depending on how things go.
Weeeeeeeee!!