40 weeks and 5 days

February 13, 2010 at 2:53 pm (Uncategorized)

Oh yes, so I saw the doctor this past Monday, 2/8, for my 40-week appointment, even though my due date, as I understood it, was 2/9. I learned that day that at some point it had been moved to 2/8. Great, whatever, so I got to be overdue even sooner than I thought. Nothing was happening. Nothing IS happening. Except that I’m growing increasingly uncomfortable. Or decreasingly comfortable. Both, really. I can’t remember the last time I was in a consistently bad mood for this long. Look, I know I don’t have anything real to complain about here, other than inconvenience and discomfort. And if someone could tell me with certainty that this would end in a reasonably not-horrible vaginal birth, I would probably be in a better mood. But I don’t want to be induced and I *really* don’t want to have a c-section. And I will do either or both if necessary, of course, because I want to be healthy and have a healthy baby. And please do not take offense at this if you were induced and/or had a c-section. I know neither is necessarily a terrible experience, and that there are certain advantages to both, but I’d really just rather avoid them. At this point, actually, I’d even be pretty okay with an induction if I could avoid the caesarian. And in the long run, yeah, it won’t matter. And yes, I’m fucking tired of having this baby inside of me. My skin is stretched to its capacity. I have no appetite. It hurts to stand. It’s gorgeous outside but I don’t want to do anything. I’m not seeing the doctor again until Tuesday 2/16, and if I’m still pregnant then (which is looking seriously probable to me at this point), we will schedule an induction. And I will probably be happy about it by then. Especially because, as people never fail to remind me, this baby is getting bigger by the day.

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