(The doctor and I are still in a bit of a disagreement over the due date. So I am either 39 weeks pregnant if you ask him, or 38 if you ask me. Anyway.)
You would think that it would be unusual to walk around for two or three weeks fully effaced, 3 centimeters dilated, and having contractions without going into labor. Apparently not, I have learned, since it now seems like this is how every woman I know spent at least one pregnancy. It's apparently especially common after the first pregnancy. I think this would have been useful for me to know a couple of weeks ago.
Anyway, today the doctor let me know he was at the hospital all day tomorrow in case I wanted to "roll on in and get some Pit started." (His exact words.) I declined to be induced tomorrow, but will in another week if labor doesn't start on its own. Which means one way or another, this baby will be here in the next 8 days. I'd actually kind of prefer the planned induction- it would make arranging Nathan's caretaking easier, for one, and since I'm already dilated some and had one great induction already, I am not to anxious about it. And I really liked being in the hospital once the contractions got painful last time as they have the good drugs and at home all I have are a yoga ball and popsicles.
Nathan's been particularly adorable and loving this past week, and I am trying to savor every last minute where he gets my undivided attention. He has been such a joy and a blessing over the past two years and I can't believe we're about to have another- I do not know how we got so lucky, but I am grateful for every minute.
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