
While waiting in my OB's office today I started to hope my internal would go the way I wanted it to. Granted, full term pregnancy is 37 weeks pregnant. Despite this, I've heard from many sources it's always best to keep the baby in for the full 40 weeks if possible. I'm sort of confused why there aren't typically any ultrasounds during late 3rd trimester. How can they tell if amniotic fluid is running low? Does a weekly Doppler heart rate check assure me that everything is okay with her?
My doctor had my heart racing two weeks ago when he disclosed to me that I was a centimeter dilated and 50% effaced. I was sort of disappointed to find out today that the stats remained the same. I haven't lost the infamous MP so I sort of assumed I hadn't dilated more at least. I was almost positive my effacement would have increased though. I'm anxious and impatient. I'm uncomfortable and constantly in some kind of ever increasing pain: my side, my calf, my head, my hips.
I tell myself I'm in the home stretch. Why is it that at this point a week and a half sounds so much shorter than four? Four weeks is a month. Long enough for food to go bad in the fridge. Long enough for my stomach to break out into a thousand stretch marks. Definitely long enough for me to lose my sanity worrying about having to be induced and not having the drug free natural labor I'd really love to experience.
I'm going to stay optimistic. I'll listen to my mom for once and start walking for hours this last month to "prepare." I'm going to keep a date in my head that would satisfy my silly obsession with Baby E's astrological symbol but keep me sane at the same time: November 22nd. It's a compromise between 1.5 weeks and 4 entire weeks. A part of me hopes she can hear my thoughts: another part is pretty sure she finds it hilarious to stretch out as far as she can just to test my limits.
Oh, this beautiful experience.














