Baby Update

Welp. Another week has gone by and baby remains extremely comfortable in her beach ball environment also known as my uterus. I went to the doctor this morning and am still not dilated. Baby also remains very high and has not dropped – same story, [insert whatever number – I’ve lost count] verse. Apparently my pelvic structure is small which could also be prohibiting baby from descending into the birth canal. Go figure...

SO – we scheduled a C section for next Monday, May 24 at 11:30. In response to the questions I’m sure you’re wondering:

-What about inducing again instead of opting straight for surgery?
Been there done that. The only thing that’s different now from when we tried inducing 2 weeks ago is my term. In theory my body could be more responsive to the induction drugs, but it’s not likely specifically since I’m not dilated any more than I was back then. My doctor also pointed out that recovery after laboring for hours and then ultimately going to a C section is more difficult and obviously more trying on your body. Had I been dilated today or had baby settled into my pelvis, I might feel differently, but at this point it makes more sense to me to just get her out!!

-If you want to just get her out, then why are you waiting so long to have a C-section?
Well. Let me tell you why. Because I want to wait that long!!! Really – we all know that I’m stubborn. Even though a C-section is the likely outcome (and I am mentally prepared for this to be the case), it is important to me to give my body every last chance to go into labor naturally on its own. Yes – it will suck being pregnant another week, and yes – we could get baby out sooner, and yes – I will probably have to have a C section no matter what because my pelvis is small and baby is not dropping. BUT - I am okay with all of those things and feel good about this decision. As long as baby is healthy and I’m not dying, then I can do anything for 1 more week even if it ultimately ends up being a week in vain.

Despite the fact that I lost 4 pounds this week (likely water weight), my maternity wardrobe is down to slim pickings. I went to Ross Dress for Less during lunch today and bought me another $9.99 maternity shirt to wear over the next few days. I could only laugh when the younger, buzzed Hispanic dude at the register told me I looked like I was about to “blow up.” Another favorite came from the cheesy Sam’s security guard who said, “I bet you have 9-1-1 on speed dial har har,” as I exited the store last Thursday…

And so begins another week of work, another week of waiting, and another week of making extra 100% sure that everything is done before baby arrives. At least there is a definitive light at the end of the tunnel and BG will finally make her grand appearance next Monday at the latest. Who says there’s anything wrong with being fashionably late??