Today, August 30th, is my due date.
I'm still pregnant. WTF.? I couldn't keep Sabrina in, and I can't get this one out. He's just getting bigger and bigger, and oh by the way - so am I.
Clearly my attempt to blog him out didn't work. Can you believe, after months of false labor with my first, that I haven't had ONE SINGLE episode of time able contractions? At 40 weeks, not one.
Since I was a couple weeks early with Sabrina, I didn't get the constant phone calls and inquiries, but I have with this one. I constantly assure people I will let you know when it happens, but they don't seem to believe me. They do, however, seem to feel quite sorry for me. I get a lot of, "Hiiiiiii" where you can tell they're wincing on the other end of the phone. That of course is from other women that have been pregnant. My husband, on the other hand...just wants this kid out. So he can have his wife back. So he can breathe in his own home without fear of retribution. So he can exist without being berated. We'll see. I will have a newborn and past experience has shown that doesn't bring out the best in me, either. While I appreciate the sympathy, it's not terribly deserved considering I'm such an asshole lately.
This is how I look at 40 weeks.
This is how I feel at 40 weeks.
And now I'm even more irritated because that picture came out fuzzy and I don't understand WHY.
I have an appointment Wednesday, and if I make it that far we'll schedule the induction. It's pretty much the last thing I want to do, but I also need to get this guy out. Considering I'm almost 100% effaced and dilated at least 3cm, I'm hoping that means I'm almost halfway there and I can have a successful induction without ending up with a c-section. I just don't want to have to stay in the hospital. Overnight is enough for me, thanks.