When the baby measured approximately 8 lbs (give or take a pound) at 36 weeks, I really got my hopes up for an early induction.
Which really leaves me in a tough situation now that I'm 38 weeks, miserable, and looking at 2+ more weeks of pregnancy. It is such a physical thing, and SUCH a mental thing.
Macrosomia = Big Baby. I don't really want to rip to shreds and have a terribly long recovery in a city that demands my movement, and I don't want the complications for the baby of being terribly large (shoulder dystocia...) We are looking at a 9-11 lb baby if I deliver at 40 weeks.
My body just isn't progressing yet, so they don't want to induce (increased risk of c section) if I'm not ready. And neither do I. It just stinks. I'm trying home remedies I never thought I'd try, and just trying to pass each day. I need a new attitude.
Scott walked into the room today and asked what I was doing, and the only answer I could come up with was "Um, waiting for the baby to come out." I need a life. I have spent some time tonight making plans for this coming week that will hopefully keep me busy and keep my mind off my problems.
I get comments about every 50 feet in my neighborhood when walking around:
"Any second now, eh?"
Someone even told me "Once the baby does come out, you will recover nicely because of the slant of your hips." He was a Chinese acupuncturist. I asked him if he had any more comments, to make me feel good.
People in line at the store tell me "Your baby is low, I know when I see a low baby, and you are going to deliver very soon." I just tell them how I hope they are right.
Why are the last weeks of pregnancy so desperate?! I've made it this far, surely I can go 2 more weeks? But, my body hurts and I don't sleep, so that does change things. I'm SO exhausted during the day that I desperately need a nap, but then is that why I'm not sleeping at night?
And also, Tatum ate an extreme amount of fresh pineapple last Tuesday, and has literally been throwing up and having diarrhea ever since. She initially had an allergic reaction, but that led to dehydration and then the need to "reset" her digestive system. I can't tell you how much laundry there has been. And how stinky the bathroom has been between trips to the laundry room. And the long nights. T has been in a bad attitude, understandably, but still, and Scott is an all star helping both of us. We are all just totally worn out.
Times. Are. Tough.