Four days till the due date, and I am at 1 cm., 60%. This is slightly better than last week...good enough to get me on the induction schedule for Monday the 14th. Thank heavens.
It seems that the fact that Baby is still posterior has a lot to do with why I'm making such slow progress. When I contract, her head isn't placing pressure on the correct part of my cervix, so it's not helping me to dilate like a normal contraction with an anterior baby would.
My mission now is to get on my hands and knees when I start any kind of contractions (a nightly occurrence) so she's forced slightly more forward in hopes that this will place pressure on the correct spot.
We're not completely hopeless for going earlier than Monday, but now I just think it might be easier. My midwife is on call today and tomorrow, and after that she's out of town until Sunday evening, when I would go in to begin the induction process. After a whole pregnancy, you hate not to be delivered by the person who's been caring for you the whole time. She also delivered Liam, so I'd prefer that she deliver Baby Girl as well. Unless it happens tonight, I guess it would be better to hold off until Monday, as I would also be able to go to nephew Ethan's birthday party on Sunday and we could better plan what to do with Liam during the whole birthing process (oh the things you didn't have to worry about the first time around).
I went to pick Liam up from my parents' house and was sitting around listening to my dad complain about the TKR he had done back in March and the little operation he had on his ear to remove some skin cancer. On the other hand, you have my mom, who had a double mastectomy and a neck fusion in the couple years leading up to my wedding. She was up and about making dinner for the family the first day she was back home from both of them when she was supposed to be resting, no complaints at all.
I just had to laugh listening to my dad talk because I just know I totally take after him. As much as I don't want to take after him in a lot of things, like the "woe is me" attitude and his extreme sensitivity, some things you just can't help. I am acutely aware of this, and I do my best to change whether or not the effort is futile. I am sure you can see this through my blogs.
Some people have that "take what life throws at me with utmost grace" kind of attitude, but this was not in the genes I inherited.
Now I am kind of living the SAHM lifestyle being off work, but it's hard to get a true sense as to whether or not it's something I could do (it's a moot point anyway) because I don't have adequate energy reserves to be the best mom to Liam right now. I know that if I were to be a SAHM, I'd be adding another kid to the mix but also adding a lot of much-needed energy. For now, it's a LOT of "There Goes a Tractor" and "Elmo in Grouchland."
Right now I am expending all my energy trying to get Liam to say "please" unprompted. He's very good about saying it, but 97% of the time it's after I have said "what do you say?" Then he'll say "pleeease," and I'll say "ok, but say[, i.e.] 'I want more please.'" We repeat this ad...nauuuuuuseum. So now I am on this crusade to get him to say it without me having to ask him to, and it's not working. He'll say what he wants and I'll either look at him and raise my eyebrows or say something like "you haven't asked me correctly" and just wait. I mean, you would think after going through this same thing over and over and over again, he would make the connection between "say please" and "get what I am asking for," and we could cut out everything in the middle.
Stupid Pavlov. He didn't know anything.
Well, the sun is setting on another day of pregnancy, but at least there is a light at the end of the tunnel. How often do I say "hurry up, Monday?!"
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