So, yesterday I went to the doctor in what has become a weekly ritual. We’re at that point now. Just waiting…So, last week I had lost one pound. This week I gained half a pound. Yippee coyote. Other than that, there has been no change.
Now, two weeks ago, my doc told me that he would induce me on July 19th if I didn’t go sooner. Yesterday, I asked him if there’s any way that we could move up that date since it seems kinda silly to induce me 2 days before my due date…He looked at me quizzically – what was I talking about? I’m due July 24th, not the 21st. WHA?!?!?!?!?!? For the past nine months, I have been walking around thinking my due date was the 21st. To find out that 3 days just got tacked on was a shock and disappointment. Ugh, that’s another half week to suffer through!!!
In order to make me feel a little bit better, he told me that we would monitor the situation weekly, and if he deemed it necessary, he’d move up the date.
Can I tell you something? I’m done. I’m really over it. I get it – being pregnant is wonderful, an awe-inspiring process, blah blah blah…I also happen to be 38 pounds heavier than my normal weight, which in 88 degree heat and humidity makes me feel not just fat, but sweaty and swollen and exhausted.
I’m not sleeping. Take last night – I fell asleep at 9:30pm and woke up at 11:45pm. For the rest of the night. It was a bit (aka horribly) torturous as I read my book, tried to get comfy (why even try???) and prayed for a bit of shut eye. I guess the good thing is that I’m getting a lot of reading done…
My body really feels like it’s been hijacked. The bebe’s limbs no longer have enough room, so she’s reaching up into my ribcage and down like she’s trying to escape. She stretches my belly in every direction. My skin feels like it’s going to burst open.
Speaking of which, my hands are like sausages – so swollen! My feet are screaming – please stop walking! My back is spasming non-stop, especially if I need to sit in a chair for a prolonged period of time…Yadda, yadda, yadda…
You get it. I get it. So, listen to me little one in my belly – I am officially handing you an eviction notice. You have 10 days to evacuate the premises! Don’t do it this weekend, as I don’t want to be in the hospital over a holiday. But, anytime after July 5th is just fine by me! Please. Pretty please.
With a cherry on top.