I had an ob appointment today. I've had so many cramps this past week and felt so uncomfortable that I was sure I would be at least 4 centimeters dilated and she'd tell me I was having this baby this weekend. Are you laughing yet?
She asks how I'm feeling (tired) and then tells me even though I didn't gain any weight this week my belly is measuring bigger. All I can think about is Dr. Lim telling me that most babies slow down their growth after 36 weeks and that if Emma continued growing to my due date he predicted she'd be 10lbs. (Of course this means that all the cute cloth diapers I bought may actually fit her right from the start because she'll be so fat)
Then comes my favorite part....the physical exam. Apparently as you get closer to labor your cervix moves down. Based on the fact that Dr. C had her arm inside me up to her elbow I am assuming that my cervix is still quite high (even though she said the baby's head is low).
Drum roll please...the moment of truth...how much am I dilated? Remember last week I was 1cm. High expectations. She tells me I am dilated...1 and 1/2 centimeters. In a week I've only progressed 1/2 a centimeter. WTF! And I'm pretty sure I didn't really progress at all, but that she felt bad for me and threw in the half to give me some hope.
So we made an appointment for the 17th which is my due date and I'll get a non stress test then. She said she wouldn't let me go longer than a week after my due date before inducing. Well, that's something to look forward to. And she told me who is on call this weekend (Dr. R is on tonight, but this weekend is Dr. T and I'm pretty sure she is the dr who we saw when we went to L&D for a NST one weekend who didn't speak at all...I don't want her delivering my baby so Emma is staying in until at least Monday. I may go Sunday afternoon to get a pedicure though. Hopefully the nail tech will hit that reflexology spot that will trigger my labor).
I stopped by the post office today to pick up our mail and let them know we got our temporary mailbox (picture a bucket of concrete in which lies a wooden post topped by the most generic mailbox ever). Is it weird that the people in the post office asked me to bring in the baby after she's born so they can see her? Is it weird that the one man predicts she will be born on Feb. 15th? lol They are super nice though.
So, what date do you think I should pick for little Emma's birthday (after Feb. 17th)? At this rate she's gonna be born in March!
Wife, mother, Rodan + Fields consultant, Adjunct Professor....love my family, friends, wine, and God.
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