Just got back from my 41 week appointment. Cue the, "What are you doing here?", and "Guess this isn't where you wanted to be, is it?" remarks.
She did an ultrasound to check the amniotic fluid levels, which seem to be good, though riddled with "stuff". Vernix? Meconium? Who knows. Did a little check downstairs, and wouldn't ya know, I'm dilated to a 4! And 50% effaced! And this kid is STILL IN THERE. WHAT THE HECK?
Stripped my membranes again (cue a couple hours of cramps...woo...), and then they did a non-stress test, where they measure the baby's heart rate for a good twenty minutes, having me push a little button (Caleb called it the igniter button...kept begging me to let him press it. I think he's still on a James Bond kick...) when he moved. If he didn't pass the test, my doctor was going to send me to the hospital. Like, right then.
You best believe I was freakin' just a little bit. I AM SO NOT READY TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL RIGHT THIS SECOND...
While we waited, we discussed when to set an induction date. My doctor had asked me about it, and after a second of hesitation Caleb launched into a "See, my wife is a little crazy about even and odd numbers..."
She laughed. I think.
So we're discussing, and I'm like, "So today is odd...we could do it tomorrow morning, and hope to have him before midnight....or Wednesday afternoon and hope it takes long enough that I'd deliver after midnight..."
And the entire time Caleb is making fun of me, of course. Even he thinks I'm certifiably insane.
But! I have a choice! LET ME BE CRAZY, PLEASE!
We decided to schedule it for tomorrow morning. 8 am.
Like, as in, I have less than a day to prepare.
Like, tomorrow we could have this baby OUT.
Like. Holy. Crap.
He passed the test by the way, after she gave me some apple juice, he kicked around a bit. Since I'm already dilated so far, they think it will be an easier induction...or maybe that's just something they tell everyone...I didn't necessarily want to be induced, I'd rather let things go as they are supposed to, but I also know that the longer he's in there the less fluid there is, the less effective the placenta is at delivering nutrients. So I'm okay with it.
I'm just running out of room on this paper I have going, this List of Things To Get Done paper. Like clean the house. Wash the sheets and duvet cover. Clean out the fridge. Stock up. Get the dog to the kennel (phew!). Finish packing. And about a zillion other things.
Speaking of which, I need to get going. And take some Tylenol, because I can't be held back by painful hips and membrane-stripped cramps. I gots STUFF to do!
And wow. This is happening fast.
And this might be the most crazed post ever, so sorry about that. And uh, I'll let ya'll know. And stuff.
Kim!! That is so exciting, good luck with everything! Can't wait to see your little bundle of joy :D I'll be thinking about you guys!
Posted by: mary elizabeth | November 17, 2008 at 02:15 PM
Yea!! I am so excited! you make sure that caleb texts, calls or whatever to let us know. i am so happy for the three of you. what a cute little family!
Posted by: JoAnna Moss | November 17, 2008 at 02:22 PM
Good luck! Just relax and everything will go fine!
Posted by: Bethany | November 17, 2008 at 02:48 PM
HEAH!!!!!!!!!!! I have been checking your blog 3-4 times a day to see if anything has happend. Let us know ASAP!!! We are so excited for you guys!
Posted by: kris | November 17, 2008 at 03:35 PM
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
That is all.
Posted by: Abby | November 17, 2008 at 04:33 PM