So today’s the day. It’s officially my due date and I’m expecting our little man to make his arrival very soon. Like right now would be ideally perfect. I had my last prenatal appointment yesterday with my doctor and she wasn’t very hopeful for my VBAC, especially since I’m only 1 centimeter dilated and 70% effaced. We went ahead and scheduled my surgery and I discussed all the possible scenarios with her before having blood drawn and sitting for another non-stress test.
My cesarean is scheduled for 9 a.m. Monday.
Over the past week I’ve been doing anything and everything under the sun to help speed along my progression. I’ve eaten TWO WHOLE PINEAPPLES in the past three days, I’ve been bouncing like a playboy bunny on the birthing ball, popping Evening Primrose Oil every day, squatting, walking, massaging and dancing like a freaking wacko. If I could’ve had a camera crew following me around for the past week, I’m sure they could’ve put me on reality TV with the amount of crazy that I’ve been displaying. What’s funny about all this is that you’d never witness this kind of behavior from me at any other time in my life – unless maybe if you got me intoxicated.
I decided that perhaps I was approaching this a little too aggressively, so I took Thursday afternoon for myself to unwind. I made myself dinner, drank a glass of wine, turned on the Michael Buble, drew a relaxing bubble bath, and finished the evening laying around watching TV in bed. My husband was nice enough to get the toddler out of the house for the afternoon so that I could have plenty of quiet time to myself without any distractions. It was lovely, but it didn’t result in any significant progress.
So instead of worrying about it and stressing that I am not going to get the delivery that I’d wanted, I’m giving it to God and letting him take the wheel. That’s been my prayer all along, and maybe, without knowing so, I’ve been fighting against a bigger plan. After all, my first birth was a cesarean and everything turned out perfectly fine. My daughter was born perfectly healthy and I had absolutely no complications with my previous delivery, so maybe that’s all part of God’s plan for me again. We never know. And there’s something to be said about a scheduled cesarean that can’t be said of spontaneous labor, or even a delivery that begins as a vaginal and ends with an emergency cesarean. It’s really not the end of the world, and I’ve made peace with my fate.
It’s completely in God’s hands.
This will undoubtably be my last prenatal update for the blog. So let’s get to the stats, shall we?
Weight Gain: I actually lost a pound, which means nothing.
Body Changes: Nothing new…… I mean NOTHING!!!
Belly Button: Popped and cute as a button. There’s even a picture on my last update.
Workouts: Yoga, Walking and Squatting
Symptoms: Same as previous weeks: heartburn, Braxton Hicks, and constipation
Movement: Very good. He likes to move a lot, and his responses during the NST show that he is exactly where he is supposed to be with his heart rate and response to contractions.
Cravings: Nothing really. Just keeping it healthy for the most part.
Sleep: Pretty good considering my size and bladder control. Still managing 7 – 8 hours a night, which will be ending very soon, so I’m trying to enjoy it.
Stretch Marks: None
Mood: Impatient and anxious. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little frustrated. I don’t feel like a failure, but I do feel like my body just isn’t cut out for labor & delivery. It’s great at growing the baby, and hosting it, but it feels like maybe my cervix and birth canal just don’t want to participate in the process. < I know that’s kind of a warped way to look at it, but Hey! I’m not too upset about it. At least my lady parts will remain in tact through two pregnancies.
Anything New: I got a push present from my hubby and daughter yesterday. I had wanted to buy a 50mm lens for my DSLR camera before the baby was born, and my loving husband actually listened to me and bought me one. He really is the best gift giver. Now I have no excuse for posting lots of pics to the blog.
I have a couple posts scheduled for the upcoming week, but if you don’t hear from me for a while, you’ll know where I’ll be.
My MIL is flying in Sunday night to stay with my daughter and my own mother is planning to come to the hospital with me on Monday morning.
Over the weekend, I’ll be straightening up the house as best I can and I’m going to continue food prepping for post delivery.
What are you doing this weekend?