41w Doc Appt: Best Laid Plans
Okay...first things first. No castor oil! My Mom did that and I don't want to be like her. Besides it gives you a viscous case of the runs and personally, I am not a fan of diarrhea. Plus it won't do jack if you aren't already on your way. Which I am not. :P
I am almost completely effaced, the baby is even lower than before but still nor more than finger tip dilated. I passed the NST with flying colors and even managed to have one contraction that was "nothing to brag about" that I didn't feel. I knew I wasn't feeling any contractions.
Lastly, it would always seem that the best laid plans are laid to waste. Our options of induction were: Thanksgiving Day or Saturday. I definitely don't want Saturday because that is the same birthday as the stupid nephew who was born two years ago on Thanksgiving. So that leaves...Thanksgiving. Hurray for repeating a legacy! Hurray for being a damn copy cat. Hurray for ...
Fucking get over it. I know. I know. I won't care about any of that once the Bit is here. It's not the same birthday and it's not the same every year, yada yada yada. I just need to digest this and move past it. It's not like we see them all the time anyway. And so what if every birthday celebration is now going to be combined with HIM and Thanksgiving. There is still my half of the family and every other year I spend with them that it's special.
There we have it. Thursday morning I show up at the hospital, 11 days overdue, at 5:30 AM to start the induction process (and yes I get the cervadil cervix ripening treatment). No eating. Just hanging out with the DH and ... I don't know. Watching movies or something.
Yes, I feel a little sad that Bacon Bit's journey had to be jump started by western technology and now it has to end with it too. I feel even worse complaining about it since we are extremely lucky to have even conceived and carry the pregnancy all the way through. I should be slapped.
I guess I am having a hormonal moment.
I am almost completely effaced, the baby is even lower than before but still nor more than finger tip dilated. I passed the NST with flying colors and even managed to have one contraction that was "nothing to brag about" that I didn't feel. I knew I wasn't feeling any contractions.
Lastly, it would always seem that the best laid plans are laid to waste. Our options of induction were: Thanksgiving Day or Saturday. I definitely don't want Saturday because that is the same birthday as the stupid nephew who was born two years ago on Thanksgiving. So that leaves...Thanksgiving. Hurray for repeating a legacy! Hurray for being a damn copy cat. Hurray for ...
Fucking get over it. I know. I know. I won't care about any of that once the Bit is here. It's not the same birthday and it's not the same every year, yada yada yada. I just need to digest this and move past it. It's not like we see them all the time anyway. And so what if every birthday celebration is now going to be combined with HIM and Thanksgiving. There is still my half of the family and every other year I spend with them that it's special.
There we have it. Thursday morning I show up at the hospital, 11 days overdue, at 5:30 AM to start the induction process (and yes I get the cervadil cervix ripening treatment). No eating. Just hanging out with the DH and ... I don't know. Watching movies or something.
Yes, I feel a little sad that Bacon Bit's journey had to be jump started by western technology and now it has to end with it too. I feel even worse complaining about it since we are extremely lucky to have even conceived and carry the pregnancy all the way through. I should be slapped.
I guess I am having a hormonal moment.