Short and sweet
June 10, 2008
Well, it might be. I’m not making any promises either way. Today I am two days late and having my membranes stripped. I’m not looking forward to this procedure, but I am seriously hoping that it works to get my labour started. There are lots of different ways to look at it, and it’s not my ideal start to labour, but if it works and helps me to avoid being induced when I’m ten or twelve days late, I’ll be happy. If it doesn’t work today, we’ll try again in a week. My hope is that if it doesn’t work, I’ll have the baby before we have to try it again.
The best way to describe it, making conclusions from what I’ve read, is that it feels like a very very thorough cervical exam. For those of you who have been nine months pregnant and had a cervical exam (during labour or not), it’s not very comfortable anyway. Rather than just reaching in there to see if you’re dilated, though, the doctor reaches in there and spends a few minutes pushing things around. Ouch. I’m thinking of taking some tylenol pre-appointment, although I’m not sure if it would do any good. I actually have this hope that my labour will start before my appointment and that when she goes to do it, she’ll find that I’m four centimetres dilated or something. I’m pretty certain that this isn’t going to happen, but a girl can hope.
The other thing I wanted to share is a picture. I recently put up pictures of myself on Facebook and MySpace that made me look gigantic. My sister-in-law said that they weren’t very true to life, but exaggerated by the shirt I was wearing. So I had Mike take more last night, hopefully for the last time in this pregnancy. There’s one I’m particularly proud of that I took of just my belly. You can actually see the curve of my back and the wall behind me, so I don’t actually look so huge for once. Anyway, I think that’s what I’ll end on. Hopefully my next entry will include a picture of a baby outside of the womb.
Update, post doctor’s appointment:
My cervix is not ripe. This basically means that my membranes could not be stripped, because my doctor couldn’t get a finger into my cervix (I know, descriptive, but I happen to know that the majority of my readers are women who have had children, so I don’t care). She’ll try again next week, on Monday afternoon, and if that doesn’t work, my induction is scheduled for Friday, June 20th at 8:00 in the morning. Woohoo. I desperately hope that I have this kid before I have to be induced. Meanwhile, when I dropped the kids off to my mother-in-law, she said I could just leave them there and she’d bring them home around four. So they’re having lunch and napping over at her house which leaves me the rest of the day to do whatever. I’m thinking I’ll go nuts on the nesting (is it nesting if you know you’re doing it and would rather be taking a nap?) in the hopes that I’ll make myself go into labour. At this point, I think I’d do almost anything.