Hope Still Flies

Already his father's son, showing up late...

(Just mostly kidding, I love you, Michael)

Here we are. After I was so worried about going early... Due date's gone and passed. Everyone seems impatient. Believe me, I'm feeling the same way. Had a biophysical profile ultrasound done today at the doctor to make sure T was still happy and healthy in there. He practiced his breathing and moved his hands and feet - basically passed with flying colors.

The doc came in and I reported that, nope - still no regular contractions. I'm not ridiculously  uncomfortable compared to most people 40+ weeks pregnant. She offered to check me and strip my membranes but... meh. It might not do anything, so we just decided to go ahead and set up and induction date and if he decides to come before then, he will. 

So, officially, my check-in time for L&D is Sunday night at 7:30. I'm not expecting anything exciting to happen until Monday. Hopefully Monday. Maybe Tuesday. It's really nice to have a final date set. And honestly I'll be okay with waiting until then. Michael has some PhD stuff to do later this week and the last thing he needs is a newborn or a wife in labor on top of all of that. 

I guess I can handle having a March baby. Share a birth month with Aunt Beth, Uncle Phil, and Grandma Kathy. 

Um, the DSLR was upstairs and I was downstairs. And I've given up on pants that aren't sweats.

How Far Along? 40 Weeks, 1 Day.

That nesting eating... no longer working. I haven't put on any more weight and doc lady isn't so happy. I even had Munchers yesterday. And I feel a lot bigger so that should count, right?

I know I said I would put up nursery pictures before this post... and I've taken the pictures... I just can't put them up until a certain parental unit comes and sees the nursery. So. Sorrrry. (Anyone around is always welcome to stop by and see though!)

Yet another sonogram today. She had a hard time measuring his head because he is still so low (yay!). Then she had a hard time measuring anything else because, as she put it, "it's like trying to scan a basketball!" whoops. Her educated guess was that he's bigger than 5 pounds and smaller than 15. I'll take it. (Realistically she said roughly 7). So he's a little small if that's true, but not outrageously so. Apparently I also had a contraction while she was scanning (she told me) and I didn't feel it. So guess who's now having super unrealistic pregnancy fears? ("WHAT IF I DON'T REALIZE I'M IN LABOR AND HE'S BORN IN THE BATHTUB. OR IN MY CUBICLE.")

I also saw my doctor circle "Posterior" on the ultrasound notes, so it seems he's spine-to-spine with me, which would explain my back pain. And why I can feel all of his little alien movements and bony little appendages. But no one's mentioned it. Doctor still isn't doing cervical checks which is fine by me. They don't schedule inductions until the 41st week, but basically that means at longest I've only got 3 weeks left. Hopefully a lot less though.

Nothing fits anymore and I'm ready to be done. I have nightly pep talks with T. Maybe one of these days they'll work, or he'll just come out so he doesn't have to listen to them anymore. Either way.

I think all the weight I've gained has gone to baby and my legs. 

How Far Along? 38 weeks