So, we had our 38 week appointment yesterday, and I left it feeeling a bit disconcerted.
We found out that my body hadnt made any more progress towards labor (which really doenst matter anyway, because labor could kick start from nowhere at any moment, so it’s really just meaningless info when you’re not in labor.) I was fine with that, because regardless, the baby isnt coming until she’s ready, right?
So, we go to the ultrasound room, and we find out that her head and abdomen are measuring a few days behind, which im assured isnt a big deal because her legs and weight are measuring well ahead. And besides, it’s all estimates anyway! According to the ultrasound, she’s currently weighing in a 7lbs 11oz, which is nice and juicy, and you guys KNOW how I feel about juiciness! I LUBS IT!
So then, he asks the big question. “How far over your due date do you want to go?” Um…….. look here Dr. TWO WEEKS AGO(Nov 20th), you told me that you didnt think I would go past TWO or THREE WEEKS from that day. Which by MY calculations means I should be holding a baby right now. But i’ll give you a pass on that, because really, there’s no way to TELL when a woman is gonna go into labor. What I will NOT give you a pass on is the fact that you hyped me up into thinking I would have her by now, and now you’re asking me HOW FAR OVER MY DUE DATE I WANNA GO?!?!? Are you serious? Cause you can’t be. No way.
Of course, I didnt say any of this, because I love my doctor. He’s awesome. As frustrated as I was, I wasnt gonna be mean to him, because really…..he’s a great Dr. I trust his judgement. So I said I didnt know. He asked if I wanted to have her by Christmas, which DUH, of course I want her by Christmas. So I tell him yeah, that would be nice, but I want to do whatever is best for Izzy………….. which is apparently an induction at 6:00 a.m. on December 23rd, if she hasn’t made her debut by then.
Sooooooo, since I really have no desire to be pumped full of synthetic stuff that got cooked up in a lab, which will make it more likely that I’ll give in to pain relief in the form of an epidural (needle, in my back? NO THANKS, im too fidgety for that) and also make it more likely that we’ll end up needing an emergency c-section (surgery, of any sort, especially one that will result in my organs being stacked on my stomach while they pull a screaming baby out of me and then put forementioned organs back, maybe in the right spot, maybe not? No thanks on that too.) your blogger, Mrs. Jones, will be a walking, sexing, pelvic tilting MACHINE for the next 10 days.
We’ll call it Operation:EVAC Secret Agent I. (Izzy)
The mission:Safely procure Agent I from Fort.Christina with as little medical intervention as possible.