At least I THINK it is… Last year was such a whirlwind of craziness. So many things happened that were new and unexpected. Mostly good, some bad, but all were a learning experience. Here I am today, on the 5th of January and nine days over my estimated due date just wishing this little princess would hurry up and make her appearance.
I’ve been over here at Shannon and Joel’s house since about 39 weeks and I am really starting to miss home, my boyfriend and especially my own kids. They went back to school today after their winter break and it was SO weird not being the one there getting them up, dressed and onto the bus like I always do. Of course, I really, TRULY appreciate the fact that I have an amazing and competent man who I can trust to make sure my kids are well taken care of while I am unable to be there, it’s hard to hand over the reins.
Tomorrow is our 41+ week midwife appointment and unless I go into labor tonight, the plan is to have her strip my membranes. It’s a more natural way of inducing without using Pitocin or anything else that would require taking my butt to the hospital. If that doesn’t work, which I am hoping it will because it worked when I had it done with Chevy, we will be having an ultrasound on Friday. Depending on the results of the ultrasound, as long as fluid looks good, we will have access to a care provider who will allow me to go about another week. I’m really hoping that we don’t make it to Friday because I am getting pretty uncomfortable and everyone is SO anxious to meet her.
I’ve been walking, squatting, pumping, bouncing, drinking red raspberry leaf tea and shoving capsules of Evening Primrose Oil up into my vagina every night. Apparently I have a uterus of steel. As low as she is currently hanging out in there, you’d think she’d have just fallen out already.
Either way, I’m sure I won’t be pregnant until February. She’s got to come out eventually, right??