...That I was overdue by 8 days. And that time? Yeah. It's now. So that's pretty sweet I guess. Turns out my creativity and motivation have taken a tanker along with my baby's sense of timeliness, so let's just explore the facts:
- We've had 3 NST (non-stress tests) all of which show a completely healthy, happy baby in there. A little too happy and content, obviously.
- NST's are also showing some semi-regular contractions, just nothing squeezing an Eggmund towards the light. I'm an ineffective contractor and my son continues to reside somewhere near my upper rib cage.
- I continue to be at about 1cm and 50% effaced. (Which, in a total side bar, makes me touch upon my feelings regarding the word "effaced". It sounds like something college kids should say when talking about their weekend. IE - "Man, I was so totally effaced Saturday night! That *%& was crazy!!!" And because I have that in my head, every time the midwife tells me how "effaced" I am I giggle just a little bit inside.)
- We had an ultrasound on Thursday to check fluid levels, which look great (9.5...5 or lower is usually the medical guideline for a reason to induce). Eggmund's head is also down and in the locked and loaded position, which is what we want. The u/s also showed that there's a WHOOOOOOLLLLEEE lotta babee in there. Seriously, the tech had that wand all over my belly, and everywhere she turned it, LOOK MORE BAYBEE! I felt like she could have run that ultrasound over my neck and probably found an arm or something floating around up there.
- I'm tired and a little sore, but all in all not doing too bad considering I'm 41 weeks + 1 day. I went to Body Combat the last two days, and while I wouldn't say I'm trained and ready for a cage fight, I'm still at least able to move my fat arse around.
So the plan as it stands:
If no Eggmund by Monday, we go in and smoke 'em out. Cervical prep will start Monday night in the hospital, and after monitoring that all night they will start induction Tuesday morning.
One way or another, the boy is being removed. He's got to learn you can't ignore an eviction notice. Cause next thing you know the police are banging down the door telling you to vacate the premises. I don't want it to have to get to that point, but Eggy's showing me that extreme actions are going to need to be taken. Eggmund, consider this your final warning.
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