I’M HAVING A BABY TOMORROW.
::screeching halt:: Say what? I thought the induction was Friday!
Enter in today’s marathon of an OB visit — ultrasound at 12, followed by lunch break, cup-peeing, then a long NST (non-stress test), followed by internal & visit with the OB. Praise God for the lunch break at Qdoba with tortilla chips & mild salsa because we were exhausted afterward.
Harrison looks awesome on the ultrasound, measuring right in the 39-week range on all body parts & 7 lbs, 11 oz (not that I put any stock in the weight guess). He passed the NST with flying colors, even kicking the monitor so hard it lost track of the heartbeat several times. Unfortunately, his fluid is low. Ironic, right? I HAVE MORE FLUID IN MY LEFT FOOT than the ENTIRE ATLANTIC OCEAN, & he’s just passing on amniotic fluid levels. As my good friend Sarah announced, my uterus must be PISSED at my feet & screaming “GIVE ME MY FLUID BACK.” With interest, to be paid in cupcakes if I had a preference.
So, with lower fluid, there’s no way they’re waiting until Friday to pull him. Which meant the idea of waiting until Monday was…well, ridiculous. To put it lightly.
So our cute, perky OB waltzed in & said, “How do you feel about tomorrow?”
TOMORROW?!?
Enter a Jessie Spano freak out on both Nate & I’s parts, complete with wild, goofy grins. You know how some people freak the hell out when they see the positive pregnancy test? Yeah, that was us. On a 9-month delay.
Because HOLY CRAP, WE’RE HAVING A BABY TOMORROW. I’M SO EXCITED, I’M SO EXCITED, I’M SO EXCITED….I’M SO….SCARED. Hence a two-minute panic regarding labor and OH MY GOD, that has to come out of my vagina??? When my body is already resisting labor?! Paper bag, please. But God bless my OB, who patted me on the knee & said, “Honey, we’ll give him time. We’ll be patient with him. & I think this will work out just perfectly.” So come tomorrow morning, I am to get up & have a light breakfast, pack the car, & wait. Potentially the longest wait of my life, anticipating the phone call that says, “Hi Blair, we’re ready for you!” Translation: GET YOUR REAR TO THE HOSPITAL TO HAVE A BABY. Where they will dope me up with Pitocin, break my water, & get this show on the road.
So that I can finally meet my son, after a lifetime of waiting for him.
