So I have my first cervix check… And, um, that kinda hurt.
Anyway, I am around 80 percent effaced and 3 cm dilated, although she can stretch me to 4.
OMG.
She also said we should schedule a date for induction, because she doesn’t want me and super huge baby to go beyond 40 weeks. So next Thursday was the date we chose.
Double OMG.
OMG.
I’m now full term.
And waiting.
I’m really quite anxious and excited and scared. It’s all so new and overwhelming at times…
Nothing new with this week’s appointment but this doctor said they won’t let me go beyond 40 as they don’t want him too big where his shoulders would get stuck on the way out. I agree, I don’t want a broken arm or separated shoulder. My hubby has had enough of those for the ENTIRE family.
Otherwise, I’m just waiting. I’ve decided though he will arrive on Super Bowl Sunday as my hubby’s a crazy Steelers fan. Too bad he only has Denver Broncos gear. 
My 36-week exam went well.
I only gained 1 pound from two weeks ago, which is an accomplishment for me. My blood pressure was good at 112/78.
As for baby, the most important one, the ultrasound revealed he’s now in the 97th percentile. So a guesstimate of 7 pounds 13 ounces – a pound up or down.
My doctor today – the self-proclaimed hippy of the practice – said she doesn’t believe in inductions for size. She thinks its better to let nature run its course, as long as there are no complications, and that I couldn’t grow a baby I could deliver.
She told me though, next week’s appointment with a different doctor in the practice could be an entirely different recommendation… We just have to choose what is right for us.
At this point, I am all about letting nature take its course, which means because my mom is taking a trip to Mexico with her boyfriend next week, her first grandchild will be born!
Otherwise, things are good. We preregistered at the hospital after the appointment, so now it’s just a waiting game. It’s insane. I can’t believe I’m nearly there.
So I could start this post by saying I’ll be a better blogger, that’ll be my New Year’s resolution. But seriously!? I’m having enough trouble keeping my head above water trying to prepare for this baby and training my replacement at work that once he arrives. Ha. I’m not counting on much. Low expectations are easier to meet, right?
On the baby front, last week I had the 34-week exam. I was measuring 37 weeks and a lovely blood pressure of 118/76. Typical of me pregnant or not. The baby, whose name we seriously have yet to decide, showed a lovely acceleration too during the doppler. And he’s still wiggly as ever. Well less kicks but more whole body (or what it feels like) rolls and tumbles and such.
Next week is the big 36-week exam. Complete with growth ultrasound and cervix check. It’s funny. The idea of a date, knowing when the baby would be arriving if induced is nice, but then the thought of him arriving before he’s ready is scary. No thanks to the article I read this week about women who have C-sections before 39 weeks and the problems that can occur. Not that I expect a C-section either. But it’s all I seem to do lately. Worry if he’s ok. Me, meh, whatever. But I just want him to be healthy and happy whenever he arrives. In February, preferably. Probably though on Super Bowl Sunday when my hub’s Steelers are playing…
Ok. I need to work. It’s deadline. And I’m so not done. Yay pregnancy brain!
