I had my monthly visit to the doctor this past week. We had the “delivery talk”. I told her my desired birth plan. It includes two things….Drugs and not cutting me open. That’s it. Pretty simple.
In order to support the not cutting me open part, she will be doing an ultrasound at 38 weeks. If the baby has hit an estimated 9 lbs at that point she will induce that week, if not she will induce for sure at 39 weeks. She won’t let me go beyond that point. I have large babies and have never gone into labor on my own…my gracious doctor is well on board with keeping a close eye on this guy to do everything in our power to get him out at just the perfect time.
This is my fourth pregnancy. They are fairly uneventful, but this is the point I start to fight anxiety. I have a pretty big aversion to the thought of a C Section. I have never had one and really don’t want one. My sister had 3 and I know some people love them. However, slicing open my stomach, is just not quite my thing. I faint easy, really easy, and I just don’t do well with scissors and knives and stitches. Bleh. Let’s just say I’m a wuss. It’s ok. I know this about myself. I have no intention of entering the medical field and up ’til now I have never experienced broken bones or surgeries. I’d love to keep it that way.
I’m also keeping prayerful fingers crossed about the position of the little guy. None of my kids have been very bright with their exit strategies. I have had posterior, breech, transverse, and crooked(?). Didn’t even know the last was a choice. Fortunately, each time they have whipped into shape at literally the last minute, but it is a bit nerve racking.
On a sadder note my nausea has returned. It seems so wrong when you look down and can’t see your feet to crave Olive Garden breadsticks with Alfredo as if your life depended on it. Really…what IS that?
I aslo can not seem to get comfortable anymore. I wish I had a pool…I think I would risk the slight chance of drowning and sleep in there every night. Oh, to be weightless.
I can’t wait to hold this little monster. The good thing about big babies is…they sleep through the night REALLY quick, are super easy to cuddle, and you can bite their squishy cheeks immediately.
This is my adorable and now petite monster child at just 2 hours old. She weighed in at 10lbs 6 oz, 23 inches, and was 3 days past due. She was born with multiple chins, chunky thighs and couldn’t have been cuter. I mean honestly, don’t you wanna just bite her neck?
Today at ten years old, she proudly holds her spot as the middle child…with just one chin. She is beautiful inside and out and has helped me out enormously this pregnancy. She will make an amazing big sister to Greyson.
Just seven~ish weeks to go…I think I can, I think I can…