Someday, I will have this baby. It just didn’t happen by the expected due date.
I have heard and read many times that the first pregnancy often results in going past the due date, but it’s different when I’m in it. I’m so very pregnant, and I’m getting a little tired of it. I’m so freaking big and self conscious about being out and about. Mostly, I feel home bound. I did go out for ice cream with some friends last night, and that was nice, but I was pretty uncomfortable, and I walked soooooo slowly.
At my last doctor’s appointment, the physician swept my membranes, hoping to trigger labor in the next few days. There’s a 50/50 chance of that happening, anyway. The baby hasn’t even dropped yet! After some cramping and minor bleeding all day, I now feel the same as I did before the membrane sweep. Sigh. If this doesn’t work, I will try some acupuncture or acupressure to potentially induce without medical intervention. If nothing else works, I will have to be medically induced next week, which I’m pretty scared and intimidated by. Inducement with pitocin leads to higher likelihood of needing an epidural because the contractions can come on so hard and fast, before my body has a chance to get used to the increases in pain thresholds like it would under natural circumstances, and pitocin inducement is also associated with higher C-section rates. Yikes! I’m super scared about that!
My sleep patterns are also all out of whack. I sleep for about 3 hours before I need to use the bathroom, and I am unable to fall back asleep until early morning. Then I sleep until early afternoon. I feel like such a bum. I’ve lost track of days. I’ve been on maternity leave from work for a week now, and it no longer seems to matter if it’s a weekday or a weekend. The days stretch out before me, and I just see hour after hour of sameness. When will our little one arrive?