I am only one centimeter dilated. My cervix must be on vacation or else she’s totally dialing it in. My favorite fetus is at -3 station, and while head down, is no where close to getting into true position for labor. I’m hovering at 70% effaced for the third week in a row. Also, did I mention – only one centimeter dilated?
As a classic overachiever, I’m disappointed. How could I not be? I was hoping for at least three centimeters at today’s visit. Instead, I got one. One is better than none, I suppose.
We’re all a ball of nerves up in here, and I’m sick to tears of people asking me if I’m going to have the baby today. Nope, probably not. She’ll come when she’s ready. Still two weeks till my due date, folks! She’s happy freeloading at the moment – healthy, happy, moving around. Next week we’ll have another growth ultrasound to determine if she’s back up to chunker size, but I don’t think she will be. Fortunately, the doctors won’t let me go too much past my due date, on account of the high blood pressure that’s hovering around 118/70. (High blood pressure, what?) So I know we’re talking in the realm of two weeks. TWO WEEKS is not that long. Remember when I was waiting for my period to arrive and I was whining and whining for what seemed like eons? This is nothing.
I’m ready for all the things – even the things I can only imagine – that will arrive soon. I’m impatient. But, I’m going to try to focus REALLY HARD on the fact that I have a few more days with my beloved – alone. That I have a few more days where I can go to a store without nipple pads, a handtruck full of baby stuff, and y’know – the baby. That I have a few more days of feeling her kick me from the inside. I’m going to focus on knowing that this too will end, that I will not be pregnant forever, and it’s all going to be okay.
At least it sounds damn good when I type it out here.
ps. Saw her face today in the ultrasound. She’s cute. SQUEE. Ohmygoodness, is my baby cute.