As of the morning of the 30th, my 37 week checkup, I expected this to be a brief update telling you that our Christmas was fantastic, wish the same for yours, and tell you that we had an induction date.
Two out of three ain't bad, right?
Right.
We have no induction date. We're still in limbo. I am not dilating* or effacing at all (surprise) and that + being early anyway = a good chance that any drugs they use to induce me (Cytotec, Pitocin, etc.) would only result in agonizing contractions that produce no dilation, and an almost doubled chance of an emergency c-section. So. You know. Fantastic.
I trust my doctors. I don't want emergency surgery anymore than they do, and I understand and accept that pain, no matter how bad, is always preferable to risk to my son, but that doesn't make it any less frustrating. I was given instructions to go home and get as active as reasonably possible (you know the drill - walking, sex, the occasional jumping jack) and come back in 6 days to see if there's any progression. If I begin to dilate or efface even a LITTLE, they'll induce. If not...we continue to play the waiting game.
I took every suggestion out there short of herbal remedies that make me nervous, and that whole gross castor oil thing, greatly to heart and I think I'm showing some signs of dilation. I'm trying to stay upbeat and confident, but honestly guys, it's hard.
I just...I feel like I'm at the end of my rope here. I feel constantly frazzled and burnt out. I'm stressed out with all the natural stuff that comes at the end of any pregnancy, plus plus the very concept of being responsible for two children, plus plus plus the pain of these goddamn teeth. It's just...too much at this point.
Ugh. Whatever. Like I said, I'm trying to stay upbeat. I'm...failing, a lot of the time, but I'm trying.
In other news, our Christmas was indeed fantastic, and New Year's was quiet and boring as is expected of a pregnant mom. I hope you all enjoyed your holidays, and I hope my next update is filled with BABEE YAY SQUUEEE.
That is all.
*Everytime I wrote about dilation, my computer would tell me that I was spelling it wrong. I eventually decided that it was one of those words that the medical profession made up, and therefor not recognized by all the fancy techno dictionaries and crap. Turns out, I was writing diAlation, and totally thought that was right. I am a smarty pants, I am.
Hugs! I can't even imagine how uncomfortable you must be! My sister finally had to be induced, because my nephew showed no signs of ever leaving. We called it his eviction notice. :p
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