I drafted a very long and screechy post at 6:00 am this morning, coming off yet another night of fitful, restless sleep interrupted by pain and swelling in my jaw. I declared that I had hit the wall: the wall of pregnancy irritability, exacerbated greatly by the problems with my wisdom teeth.
I can't eat anymore. I was dutifully sticking to waffles and other assorted soft foods (I microwave my waffles for the maximum amount of squishy) and I'm at the point now where that's just not good enough. Today I ate a sunnyside up egg on bread, and paid so dearly for it that I haven't eaten since. (That was at 10:30am) At the stage of pregnancy where I just want to shove my face with comfort food, I'm faced with either a fully liquid diet or days of almost unbearable pain. Tylenol doesn't cut it, so I'm relying more heavily on the prescription painkillers, and that's still not doing the job. I feel awful.
But even so, the post I wrote this morning was so bitter with pain and frustration that I trashed it after re-reading it. It's Christmas, and I just want to be grateful for my family and the impending arrival, even if it seems like he'll never get here.
However, after another day of being almost non-functional because of the painkillers, and STILL being in awful pain anyway, I made a decision. And it might get me laughed out of the obstetrician's tomorrow, but I figure it's worth a shot. It's not like I've got any dignity left at this point, anyway.
According to them (and their dates are based on incorrect menstrual dates I gave them in the beginning) I'm 36 weeks. According to me, I'm actually 38 weeks. According to 4 out of 5 ultrasounds, I'm 37 weeks. I have an appointment tomorrow afternoon, and I'm going to explain my plight, and ask for an induction for next week. That would, by all numbers imaginable, put me and Baby X quite safely into full term, and I sincerely hope they hear me out on it. I'm with one of those practices that rotates doctors, so I've got my fingers crossed that I encounter either one of 3 (out of 5) doctors that I think might take me seriously. The 4th I've only seen once so I have no idea what his general demeanor is really like, and the 5th asked me a couple weeks ago why I couldn't just have the teeth out without any anesthesia at all, including novacaine, so yeah, I'm really not banking on anything from her.
Wish me luck, because, like I've said, I've hit the wall over here.
(I will update for sure if I get my way and get a date set, but if not, I probably won't make an appearance till after Christmas. I wish the best of the holidays to you and yours - and thank you again for putting up with this drivel for the last year.)
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