Well, it’s almost here. Our estimated due date. It seriously feels like just yesterday that we found out. Except that that was on April 7th and it was warm, whereas now it is December 16th and we’re in the middle of an Arctic Blast.
I had a serious meltdown when I left the OB’s office yesterday. She told me that next week when I go in, due to the holidays, we have to get an induction on the hospital schedule for Dec 30th so that I deliver by 42 weeks. I left the doctor’s and was in tears. I absolutely do NOT want an induction unless we’ve exhausted all other options. But, she wouldn’t even listen to me.
I really dislike the doctor I saw yesterday. She seriously has one of those I am a doctor therefore I am god complexes. I think if I had had any other doctor or midwife in the practice yesterday it would have been better. The doctor I saw yesterday doesn’t like natural births and I’ve been told that she really pushes her patients when they’re in labor. Which is what she was trying to do to me yesterday. When I told her that I didn’t want a cervical check she got really pissy with me and told me I was being unreasonable.
Fortunately, I know the next time she’s on call in the maternity ward and I’m aiming to not be there that day. If I have to, I know John’s got my back. Plus, we hired an awesome doula who can run some interference plays for us.
So, if you have any vibes or good luck wishes out there in reader land, I can use them for two things:
1) letting me go into labor naturally before an induction becomes imminent
2)I had a second, on-campus, full day interview last week. It is seriously everything I could want in a job, so I’m hoping to hear something good.
OMG! I can’t believe it’s December. It seems like just yesterday that we got the BFP, but now we’re at the ANY-DAY point. Holy Crap! Where did the time go?
We don’t have much more to do around the house for the baby. Just finishing up some cleaning and organizing. I still have to order her crib mattress, but we plan on keeping her in a bassinette for a little while, so it’s not too bad. For some reason I keep procrastinating and avoiding ordering it.
I also need to pack my bag for the hospital. I’m hoping to get this finished tonight, once I get back from teaching. Once I do, I’ll put up a list of what I actually put in the bag. I’ve used several different blogs for inspiration, so we’ll see what I come up with.
I’m pretty sure that we’ve decided to hire a doula. I’ve spoken with her over the phone and she seemed wonderful. John and I are meeting with her in person on Monday. Hopefully the baby stays in until after that meeting!
We’ve also given our birth plan to the OBs office to be scanned into our file. Thankfully, they have NO PROBLEM with ANYTHING on our list. This was a source of worry for me, but I’m so happy that it went down so smoothly. It makes me feel much better in our choice of doctors/midwives.
It’s almost the end of the semester. I only have three more lectures to give for the class I’m teaching. Thank goodness. It’s getting harder and harder to stand and lecture for 2.5 hours, and I’m not the type to sit and lecture. I just can’t do it. Let me tell you, the lectern is at the perfect height for leaning when contractions start up 🙂
Charlie is so active. It’s funny because the books say to count her kicks and make sure that she kicks 10 times in 2 hours. 10 times in 2 hours is nothing for Charlie. It’s more like 10 counts in 15 minutes (if that!). She’s always so crazy. I think she knows that I am a worrier, so she’s trying to keep my from worrying about her. Either that, or she’s just trying to F with me. And, with John and I as her parents, this may honestly be the case.
Her newest little trick is to lay transversly (side-to-side) directly under my diaphragm. I don’t know how she manages to get into that position, but it hurts. Really hurts. And, I can’t breathe when she does it. She did it for the first time on Friday night as John and I were walking around Target. I had to stop walking and try to change positions to see if she would move. The only thing that worked was sitting down, in which case she promptly dropped back down to her normal position.
She pulled the same stunt on Saturday and Sunday, but fortunately not today.
A bad influence for Charlie
Today was my 1hr glucose tolerance test. I’m still waiting for the results, but I have to admit that it wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be. The clear fluid tasted like flat Sierra Mist and was easy to drink. I hadn’t had much to drink with breakfast and had had a doctor’s appointment before the test, so I was very thirsty. The phlebotomist kept telling me to slow down before I threw the glucose up, but I just wanted to finish it as fast as possible. No problems from my end. Charlie was a little acrobat in there once the glucose hit her! I go back to the doctor’s in 2 weeks and will know the results then. Here’s hoping they’re good ones.
Yesterday we went to the last regular season Phillies’ home game of the year. We could have clinched the NL East title yesterday, but we lost to the Mets (The Phils are about to clinch the NL East as I write this post. Actually, this should be the last pitch of the game…and we have our 4th straight NL East Title!!!!!!!! – But, I digress). John had to buy his little girl this for her nursery:
The Phillie Phanatic
It’ll look lovely up there with her stuffed Pooh Bears. Our next regular season game is April 3rd next year (the first game of our Sunday season ticks). It’ll be Charlie’s first game and we can’t wait! OK, we can wait, because now it’s the post-season!!! I love October!!