What do doctors know, anyway?
My ultrasound-determined due date has come and gone. I tried to be good and patient and gave it a couple days before trying to take it upon myself to get things going. On Saturday I drank some castor oil (PSA: don't do this on an empty stomach). Sunday I exercised as much as I could - my feet greatly protest carrying around all this extra weight - and engaged in some labor-inducing activities with my husband ;). Monday we drove out to Rocklin to investigate this famed lots-of-spicy-toppings Prego Pizza, which was surprisingly delicious (I'm usually a minimalist when it comes to toppings). But nothing. No blip on the radar. Not even a false alarm, other than the continued Braxton Hicks. After two nights spent crying and praying and I JUST WANT MY SON I have decided that the ultrasound and the nurses' little date-wheel thingy are bogus and his real due date is the one I initially figured, knowing my own less-than-perfectly-regular cycle and possible conception dates: May 21st. So that has helped to alleviate some of the anxiety because seriously, I was going crazy. I can now look back on all the Facebook messages and texts to Mom (who has been living on our couch since last Wednesday in anticipation of taking me to the hospital any minute) and be touched that I have so many friends and family who are excited to hear news, instead of getting just a little more depressed every time I have to reply, "nope, nothing yet." So thank you guys, all of you, for caring.
My next appointment got bumped from Thursday to Friday (ONE MORE DAY OMG YOU PEOPLE ARE KILLING ME), at which they'll do a non-stress test and ultrasound to see where everything's at and make sure it's all still okay, and if I'm lucky and my nurse can reach - *mumblegrumble* stupid deep birth canal and posterior cervix - I'll get my membranes stripped to see if that'll get things moving. My brother might get a nephew for his birthday after all. Hopefully no further medical induction will be necessary; I'm normally a "better living through chemistry" type but in this case it makes me nervous.
We have, at least, got a lot done in the meantime ("Maybe he was waiting for us to do _this_ before coming out..."). Popa finished fixing the cradle and it's all set up in our bedroom with sheets and everything, just waiting for a little body to lay in it, and the house is mostly put back together in the wake of the attendant great furniture shuffle. We looked into local schools and took a couple tours with principals and applied for an intra-district transfer and Morgan has been accepted to one of the two schools that were tied for our first preference. Yay! This school has a very strong focus on the arts, both visual and performing. _Full-time_ art and music teachers, which is remarkable for a public school. They have GATE and a Rapid Learner program, which I'm certain Morgan will qualify for, and we have an appointment for an IQ test on Sunday to prove to people other than her mother how brilliant she is ;). The RL program also includes Spanish instruction, which the regular "neighborhood" track doesn't, so she won't lose what she's learned the past two years at her private school. We've given Morgan's pediatrician a heads-up that I'm expecting another child and he'll be covered under my Medi-Cal and that's all good. Paperwork I'd been stupidly dragging my feet on - pre-registering at the hospital, filling out the forms for maternity benefits - has been done and all submitted to where it needs to go. Mom took Morgan in for a long-overdue dentist appointment this morning and got x-rays confirming our suspicions about what's going on and yes, she's going to need rather a lot of orthodontic work. *sigh* So we found an orthodontist and have an appointment for the 31st to go in and do a consultation.
So yeah, all responsible and grown up and shit. Can I have my son now, please?
My next appointment got bumped from Thursday to Friday (ONE MORE DAY OMG YOU PEOPLE ARE KILLING ME), at which they'll do a non-stress test and ultrasound to see where everything's at and make sure it's all still okay, and if I'm lucky and my nurse can reach - *mumblegrumble* stupid deep birth canal and posterior cervix - I'll get my membranes stripped to see if that'll get things moving. My brother might get a nephew for his birthday after all. Hopefully no further medical induction will be necessary; I'm normally a "better living through chemistry" type but in this case it makes me nervous.
We have, at least, got a lot done in the meantime ("Maybe he was waiting for us to do _this_ before coming out..."). Popa finished fixing the cradle and it's all set up in our bedroom with sheets and everything, just waiting for a little body to lay in it, and the house is mostly put back together in the wake of the attendant great furniture shuffle. We looked into local schools and took a couple tours with principals and applied for an intra-district transfer and Morgan has been accepted to one of the two schools that were tied for our first preference. Yay! This school has a very strong focus on the arts, both visual and performing. _Full-time_ art and music teachers, which is remarkable for a public school. They have GATE and a Rapid Learner program, which I'm certain Morgan will qualify for, and we have an appointment for an IQ test on Sunday to prove to people other than her mother how brilliant she is ;). The RL program also includes Spanish instruction, which the regular "neighborhood" track doesn't, so she won't lose what she's learned the past two years at her private school. We've given Morgan's pediatrician a heads-up that I'm expecting another child and he'll be covered under my Medi-Cal and that's all good. Paperwork I'd been stupidly dragging my feet on - pre-registering at the hospital, filling out the forms for maternity benefits - has been done and all submitted to where it needs to go. Mom took Morgan in for a long-overdue dentist appointment this morning and got x-rays confirming our suspicions about what's going on and yes, she's going to need rather a lot of orthodontic work. *sigh* So we found an orthodontist and have an appointment for the 31st to go in and do a consultation.
So yeah, all responsible and grown up and shit. Can I have my son now, please?