In less than 36 hours we will be heading to the hospital for a scheduled induction.
In less than 36 hours we will be on our way to FINALLY meeting the little squatter baby that refuses to budge from my gut.
In less than 36 hours my body is going to be pulled and stretched and maybe even (gulp!) sliced and diced in ways I could only have nightmares about.
OHMYFREAKIN’GODWHATDIDWEDO??!?!?
I hate to continually complain that I have YET to have a painful contraction — but seriously? — six days after the due date and still nothing? I’m starting to wonder if my uterus is broken or just plain lazy? Or is all this torture the fault of a baby that is just not ready to come out? I realize due dates are just estimates, but I am 110% POSITIVE of our conception date and IT’S BEEN SIX BLOODY WHOLE DAYS AFTER THE ESTIMATED DATE! I think I have been more than flexible considering what my body has and is about to endure.
As much as I want this baby out of me, I am feeling unsure about scheduling an induction to kick this kid out before it or my uterus is obviously ready. People have been doing this to me for my entire life — rushing me to keep to someone else’s schedule — and now here I am doing the same thing to my poor kid. But fear prevails and I am worried that my aging uterus is just not as safe anymore as it would be in my arms. What if my uterus never contracts? What if the fluid levels in my uterus suffer from a small leak that I don’t notice in time? And perhaps just as important, what if the baby isn’t ready until CHRISTMAS and I am stuck in a hospital eating hospital food ON CHRISTMAS?
When we originally scheduled the date, my biggest hope was that having a date would force my body to labor on its own. But as the days remaining turn to hours, I am not so confident that my body would ever go into labor on its own before it became too dangerous for Baby. I just hope we are making the right decision.