Monday, February 21, 2005
It's the final countdown
And the last you'll have to hear me bitch about "general" pregnancy discomfort! Post-delivery problems will be a different story. Anyway, I went to see my doc last week. I am dilated to a "1" and 60% effaced (which means thinned-out), so progress is being made. My doctor was kind enough to offer brilliant advice while I was there. "There are two things you can do if you want to speed things along: walking and sex." I was all "Um, no...and NO!" I can hardly get off the couch to go to the bathroom OR put my own socks on...so those two options seemed ridiculous. My husband said he'd be happy to take one for the team. Oh, honey...you're the BEST! One alarming thing was that my doctor's giant mitt made me bleed by the time I got home, which made me a bit nervous. The nurse on the phone assured me this was normal.
Of course you can traipse around at a "one" forever, so it doesn't mean anything except that my doctor says that it will make me easier to induce. Sooo...ONE WEEK from today is the magic day. Call time....SIX A.M.!!! Oh, and don't eat anything after midnight (yeah...that's gonna happen). If I have to push a watermelon out of my body later in the afternoon, I think I'm gonna need an energy snack at FIVE A.M. before the show begins.
I'm not even going to attempt to detail my daily discomfort now, because it seems redundant. Everything I've already complained about is magnified about six times from when I last mentioned it. I'm seeing my chiropractor and massage therapist later this week to get everything in line. My mother-in-law arrives Saturday to help out with my daughter. Other than that...sitting on my wide load watching TIVO, watching the hours tick by. I'll let you know if anything changes!
And the last you'll have to hear me bitch about "general" pregnancy discomfort! Post-delivery problems will be a different story. Anyway, I went to see my doc last week. I am dilated to a "1" and 60% effaced (which means thinned-out), so progress is being made. My doctor was kind enough to offer brilliant advice while I was there. "There are two things you can do if you want to speed things along: walking and sex." I was all "Um, no...and NO!" I can hardly get off the couch to go to the bathroom OR put my own socks on...so those two options seemed ridiculous. My husband said he'd be happy to take one for the team. Oh, honey...you're the BEST! One alarming thing was that my doctor's giant mitt made me bleed by the time I got home, which made me a bit nervous. The nurse on the phone assured me this was normal.
Of course you can traipse around at a "one" forever, so it doesn't mean anything except that my doctor says that it will make me easier to induce. Sooo...ONE WEEK from today is the magic day. Call time....SIX A.M.!!! Oh, and don't eat anything after midnight (yeah...that's gonna happen). If I have to push a watermelon out of my body later in the afternoon, I think I'm gonna need an energy snack at FIVE A.M. before the show begins.
I'm not even going to attempt to detail my daily discomfort now, because it seems redundant. Everything I've already complained about is magnified about six times from when I last mentioned it. I'm seeing my chiropractor and massage therapist later this week to get everything in line. My mother-in-law arrives Saturday to help out with my daughter. Other than that...sitting on my wide load watching TIVO, watching the hours tick by. I'll let you know if anything changes!
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