Do you know anyone who’s been pregnant forever? Well, I suppose not. Not until now. Okay. okay. So my due date is tomorrow, but I seriously feel like I’ve been pregnant forever! Most pregnant women feel that way and say the same thing I’m sure. I got pregnant in January and now it’s the end of September. That’s longer than a year right? I’ve been through all of the seasons. I’m kind of like an elephant. I feel like one and the gestation period of this child is pushing 2 years…i swear!
So, I don’t have a plan. I’ve had 2 kids and I didn’t have a plan with either of them. Just basically get pregnant and wait for it to come out some day. I was warned against the plan thing from the beginning because they say the birth never goes as planned so it keeps you from being disappointed. I mean, sure it’s good to know what hospital you want to be at, if you want an epidural, and if you plan on pooping. Wait? Poop? Everybody poops…True Story!
So, here I am, The “No Plan” Plan Lady, and my plan has been foiled. Turns out I did have a plan. I guess it’s kind of impossible to plan nothing, but I thought mine was pretty fool proof. I just intended to go into labor naturally at home like I did with the other two, wait for my contractions to be close to 5 minutes apart, and then head to the hospital with just enough time to get an epidural. Take a nap while my husband stares in awe at my strength through all of those contractions on the monitor, wake up, push, and welcome number 3 into this insane world.
Number 3 comes early right? Number 1 is always late, number 2 is usually a few days early, and numbers 3+ are ALWAYS early. Nope, not here. I was so sure this kid would be early I was actually concerned when I received a birthday present in August with the birthstones of my kids, one of which was displaying September. All I could think about for like 2 weeks was how I was going to have to return it for the right month. I’ve been having contractions for well over a month. Braxton Hicks they call them. Well, Dr. Hicks, I am not your biggest fan. I never had a single contraction with the other two until I was actually in labor. This time, every day is a false alarm. Every day it hurts, every night I figure I’m headed to the hospital, and every morning I wake up…still pregnant. I guess because I anticipated an early birth I feel like I’m a month overdue.
So I hit the doctor’s office AGAIN last week and we discussed induction. No! I don’t want to. I really don’t want to, but there are lots of things to consider I guess. Being late leads to baby’s first bowel movement in the womb. That happened to me when I was born and I was really sick. It happened to my first and luckily he was ok, but there was concern. I don’t want that. Then there’s the practical stuff like my doctor’s schedule. Will she be available to deliver my baby? Of course, we all run the possibility of showing up at the hospital on a night our doctor isn’t on call and it all just goes that way, but when you’re making the decision to have the baby on a specific day, don’t you choose your doctor? I like my doctor. She seems confident. She did fine with my second kid. I mean, she was there. I saw her face. My kid came out unharmed.
More practical stuff like my parents postponed their anniversary trip five days so they could be here when the baby was born, assuming it would be here by then. My sister is in town for the weekend and she’s hoping there will be a baby before she heads back to her life in New York. My arm is numb. Apparently from extreme edema, or double crush syndrome as my chiropractor calls it. Basically I have a numb hand and an on-again off-again burning sensation in my arm. I can’t feel the keyboard keys with my right hand and I’ve had about enough of this.
But then, then there’s this really weird part of me that thinks that if the baby is forced out when it’s not ready and it’s not an emergency that they will forever be energetically unbalanced. Maybe?
So, I jumped in. I made the appointment for tomorrow morning. I have to be at the hospital at 6 a.m. The good parts are that I won’t have to call my mom in the middle of the night and wait for 30 minutes for her to get here to stay with the kids wondering whether or not I called her too soon or too late. My husband’s boss won’t wonder where he is tomorrow morning on the day his office is supposed to relocate to a different city. Did I mention my husband is kind of a big part of that move and without him it may be difficult? I’m tooting his horn a little bit, but seriously losing a member of your team to baby day isn’t that great for them. At least they know it’s coming. My induction options were limited provided I want to have my doctor there. Like I said before, why bother choosing a doctor that fits for you only to choose to have someone else deliver the baby?
In the bottom of my heart, deep down though, I want this whole naturally going into labor thing. I held so much in this one being just like the other two in that respect and now its not looking like it’s going to go that way at all. This is my last pregnancy and I really don’t want to spend those hours in the hospital having contractions when I could be at home. It’s the only way I know. Now I’m entering foreign territory, which is kind of strange on your third trip to the rodeo.
Everyone has their own story and every story is different. Come the end of the day tomorrow I’ll have three completely different stories to tell. Every day is different. It wouldn’t be exciting if everything were the same all of the time. Tomorrow is no exception.