Last day of work...
The results from the ultrasound were as follows: The baby is DEFINITELY a girl, about 9 pounds, perfectly healthy, has hair, and late. ;-) We got to see her face. That was wonderful.
I promptly cut the tags off all the pink baby clothes so we could bring them with us. ;-)
I've decided to schedule my induction (which is easier to cancel then to schedule) because the baby is now 8 days late. I will go in tomorrow evening to have my cervix "ripened" overnight. Then they'll dose me with Pitocin on Friday morning to get the ball rolling. Or the baby.
Along those lines, I've decided to use my last remaining personal day to prepare for the induction, go to a movie, relax, etc. That way I can pack everything possibly necessary without being rushed. Perhaps it will start my labor naturally.
What stinks is the child situation...Thursday night is the only time the hospital can schedule me for the cervical ripening. Either that or next week. (!) So we're stuck trying to figure out the logistics of getting the kids to/from school, feeding them, making sure their homework is completed (since our night is the only night they're allowed computer access. This is because of their other caregiver's selfishness - since she really shouldn't be called a mother)...
And we get the blame for the kids' academic progress: "Oh, we're aware there's a lot going on at home what with a new baby coming." No one seems to remember that over the past few months, during high holidays that already cut down on school time, the kids were out of school additionally for their uncle's wedding, their mother's wedding, their grandfather's funeral, Ivan's bar mitzvah...and their stepfather moved in last semester. The one thing WE have going on is the baby. And we don't have the kids all that much to make as much of an impact. I mean come ON. Maybe, just maybe, that could have something to do with it?!? And now people are saying Ethan's depressed and it started a few months ago. Hmm. What happened then? A new person moved into his mom's home.
Anyway. Because the boys need stability like no other time, I'll be in the hospital alone Thursday night. Most likely they'll give me something to sleep but I don't like all the drugs that are already going through me at that point. One thing is leading to another...
I'm excited to meet my little girl. But I'm also really scared. It's gonna really hurt.
I promptly cut the tags off all the pink baby clothes so we could bring them with us. ;-)
I've decided to schedule my induction (which is easier to cancel then to schedule) because the baby is now 8 days late. I will go in tomorrow evening to have my cervix "ripened" overnight. Then they'll dose me with Pitocin on Friday morning to get the ball rolling. Or the baby.
Along those lines, I've decided to use my last remaining personal day to prepare for the induction, go to a movie, relax, etc. That way I can pack everything possibly necessary without being rushed. Perhaps it will start my labor naturally.
What stinks is the child situation...Thursday night is the only time the hospital can schedule me for the cervical ripening. Either that or next week. (!) So we're stuck trying to figure out the logistics of getting the kids to/from school, feeding them, making sure their homework is completed (since our night is the only night they're allowed computer access. This is because of their other caregiver's selfishness - since she really shouldn't be called a mother)...
And we get the blame for the kids' academic progress: "Oh, we're aware there's a lot going on at home what with a new baby coming." No one seems to remember that over the past few months, during high holidays that already cut down on school time, the kids were out of school additionally for their uncle's wedding, their mother's wedding, their grandfather's funeral, Ivan's bar mitzvah...and their stepfather moved in last semester. The one thing WE have going on is the baby. And we don't have the kids all that much to make as much of an impact. I mean come ON. Maybe, just maybe, that could have something to do with it?!? And now people are saying Ethan's depressed and it started a few months ago. Hmm. What happened then? A new person moved into his mom's home.
Anyway. Because the boys need stability like no other time, I'll be in the hospital alone Thursday night. Most likely they'll give me something to sleep but I don't like all the drugs that are already going through me at that point. One thing is leading to another...
I'm excited to meet my little girl. But I'm also really scared. It's gonna really hurt.