Tuesday, September 12, 2006

lots of quote sets ahead

so, here we are. six days away from the "due date". i am a cynic. (well, now you know which of us is posting this blog!) whit's due date was august 27th. they induced him to come out of me on september 3rd; "to be sure he was alright". i wish i could argue that they were a tad preemptive and it would not have hurt to have waited and been natural, etc. well, i guess i could argue that, but i feel somewhat hypocritical doing so, since i was definitely not at that point complaining and wanted pregnancy to be over so badly that i could taste it. i remember being relieved to have "doctor's orders" to end the pregnancy part of our life.

norah catherine's gestation was ended by medical induction/inducement, also. i was only three months out of pregnancy when i became pregnant with her, and i still had some extra ice cream weight on me. therefore, i was somewhat larger with her than with whit. this was the pregnancy where the very overweight ob nurse suggested i take some walks to "stay fit"! i was tempted to throw down. anyhow; charity, charity. this time, the "doctor's orders" escape from pregnancy came in the medical paranoia form of "large for dates". you know, the opposite of our current situation. i was measuring a large 42 cm at 39 weeks and they took her one day before her due date of september 21st. to protect her and me from her monstrous size growing any more monstrously. note, i did not complain then, either. i mocked in a "those silly doctors playing God" kind of condescension, but deep inside i was so happy to know the pregnancy would be soon over. and was she ever a fatty. no, not really, but at 8 lbs 5 oz, i think she was a big baby for our genes. whit was only 7 oz and he was a week "late".

this time i have no doctor's orders (but give me time, cause i see him today, perhaps we can imagine something!). although, if this child does not come now or before the eighteenth, we probably will schedule induction for the 22nd. yeah, that is right. i am only waiting (God-willing) four "extra" days. it is so crazy how desperate i get at the end of a pregnancy. sunday nite starting at about 12:30 am i began real contractions and had them until they stopped at about six am. i mean painful, lasting a minute, three to five minutes apart, contractions. we stayed at home just waiting b/c i just wasnt sure-sure. then boom, just over. the next day was hell. i was so tired after not sleeping and my uterus so sore from all of the contractions. and bitter. you have no idea. and i felt like a failure and my husband was all sad that we had no baby out yet. it was terrible. i am definitely adding those five or six hours to knox's labor story. you better belive it. when i see the doctor today, i better be a six. if you dont know what that means, you dont want to.

wish us well and a quick labor that starts without a drip bag (though ending with one full of pain meds is quite probable!)

1 Comments:

Blogger keely said...

i heard about the "nite" o' torture from Sister. i'm sorry that all of that didn't result in the birth of your son! here's hoping you're nice and...you know...open. come on, knox!

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