My due date was yesterday and I remain pregnant. Of course. I had said that I'm probably the only pregnant person in the world who didn't want to go early, which was true. I didn't really want to go early. I wanted Dale to get home and for us to all get settled first. Well, he's been home about a week and a half, we're pretty much settled now, so I'm good to go anytime now.
We were supposed to get a big scary snowstorm this week, and I was pretty convinced I was going to have one of those drama filled blizzard births, so I essentially put myself on bed rest for a few days. It worked, no baby came and the storm wasn't as scary as it was supposed to be, so that's great news.
I've been 80% effaced and about 2 cm dilated for the past 2 weeks, with the only thing changing is the baby's head is a bit further down this week than last. It was kind of a bummer because I had some pretty significant crampy pains earlier this week that I though for sure were doing something.
On Monday I go in to get a membrane sweep as a last chance effort to go into labor on my own for once. Since I was induced with both of the other kids, I really wanted to let my body do it's own thing this round. However, my doctor doesn't want me to go past 41 weeks, so if I don't go into it on my own, I'll be induced again on what will most likely be Thursday. (Yes I realize a membrane sweep means it won't exactly be on my own, but I'm running out of time so I'm considering it close enough.)
So just as it did with Macy at 40 weeks + 1 day, the wait continues ...
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