Our baby must have received the memo loud and clear that I really have loved being pregnant…as today I sit at 41 weeks and 2 days and still no sign of baby’s arrival.
Every morning I wake up and feel like I am living a dream of some sort baffled that I am still pregnant! Don’t get me wrong, hubby and I have been taking full advantage of this time together and all feels wonderful- yet it’s like time has stopped waiting for baby’s arrival. We’ve been having coffee talk in the mornings, taking long walks with our two mutts, and going out to eat enjoying just the two of us.
We feel as ready as can be knowing darn well we have no idea what to expect until our baby boy is in our arms… we keep talking about what he will look like, what his cry will sound like – how it will feel being sleep deprived and pacing the halls of our home with a newborn…all this wonder and splendor of a new little being that we are so blessed to be bringing into this world.
For so long I was worried that I would deliver premature and now the jokes on me as have switched gears and now I am worried that I will need to be induced!
Two days ago I went in for my first NST (Non-Stress-Test) and I was hooked up to a machine that allowed us to listen and see baby’s’ heart rate for a full twenty minutes. According to our nurse, little one’s heart rate was measuring “text book perfect” so we passed with flying colors there.
The other area they check is amniotic fluid levels via an ultrasound and my level was more than abundant, so although there aren’t any concerns medically, per hospital protocol -we will be induced this coming Tuesday 8/19.
The doctors have offered to check me for dilation at my last two appointments but I kindly told them “no thank you”. I know most women would want to know if they are dilated especially this late in pregnancy, but I would just rather them stay away for as long as possible, plus I don’t want to find out I am at a zero and feel defeated.
However, as I sip my raspberry leaf tea this evening I may be starting to sing a different tune. As I look at puffy face in the mirror and slather even more lotion and oil over my taught itchy belly I am reconsidering being checked for dilation at tomorrows’ NST #2 appointment and depending on where I am measuring, possibly having my membranes stripped in attempts to get this party started. I am caught in a balancing act of trusting my body and baby and being required to follow hospital protocol.
Induction is looming and will be happening at the 42 week mark (5 more days) whether I like it or not.
Praying with all my might that my baby makes his debut before the big guns come out!
Come on baby boy…we are all waiting for you!