Stick a fork in me, I'm done!

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.

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When Momma said "Be careful what you wish for,"

I totally thought she was talking about the relationship between an all-you-can-eat monkey bread buffet & the subsequent 10 lbs on your left ass cheek.

Or wishing your ex would come down with a venereal disease, only to find out that he did while cheating on you.

(for those curious, the first was an actual occurrence in my life…not the second. swearsies. he didn’t get an STD, but I did suggest writing on the bridge over campus that he had syphilis)

When I realized what my due date was (October 4th), I had two things warring against me. #1: Be late so that I can stay out through January 2010 & spend the holidays at home. My biggest wish was to be home through Christmas, which I have successfully achieved by working through this week. Well done, Harrison, for being at least 4 days overdue! However, issue #2: Be early enough to be a bridesmaid in one of my best friend’s weddings on October 17th. The bride & I both went into this knowing the calendar & understanding that it was not something we could control. I speak for both of us when I say “Duh.” But I’ve known her since the fourth grade. We did our Girl Scout Silver Award project together. & now we work together. HELL AND HIGH WATER COULD NOT KEEP ME FROM HER WEDDING. Nothing like putting pressure on my body & fetus, hmm? The first task was to be late. CHECK! The next task is to not be too late. POTENTIAL FAIL.

Because the wedding is next Saturday.

& my induction date is next Friday.

I cried. A big, fat, ugly cry all the way back to the office. Because I am still only 1cm dilated & 50% effaced. Because my cervix is still hard as a rock despite 2 weeks of sex & Primrose oil up the vag. She couldn’t even strip my membranes, nor was I open enough for the internal to even make me bleed. Because he still hasn’t dropped and engaged (-3 station for those of you that know pregnancy) despite walking & sitting on the exercise ball every night. Because I have a week more of work looming ahead of me when I can’t bend my fingers due to carpal tunnel. Because currently, the hospital has no induction openings until October 16th.

Because it is a punch in the gut to think that I may not be there for her on the biggest day of her life, after all we’ve been through together.

::sigh::

So…there’s my update. I’m sorry that it’s not perky. I’m sorry that it’s not overly hopeful, even though BY GOD I KNOW YOU CAN GO FROM 0 TO 10 IN ONE HOUR. I’m just literally biting my tongue & sitting on my hands to keep from slapping everyone I run into. As stated previously, in my heart & mind, I KNOW that they mean well. That it comes from a loving place of excitement. BUT YES, I AM WALKING EVERY NIGHT. NO, YOU DON’T NEED TO TEXT ME EVERY NIGHT TO MAKE SURE I’M HAVING SEX (because honestly, that’s kind of creepy). & SWEET GENTLE JESUS, I DO NOT WANT YOUR GRANMOTHER’S COUSINS AUNT’S BROTHER’S WIFE’S RECIPE FOR EGGPLANT.

& I’d love to try that pressure point thing. $10 to the first person that can find it through the 20 pounds of fluid icon wink When Momma said "Be careful what you wish for,"

I’m sorry. I’m just…meh. That’s the only word to describe it.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaand….

nothing. nada. zilch.

::sigh::

I wanted this to be it so badly, but here I sit in bed feeling perfectly fine & normal while Nate snores beside me.

Also, just as a side note…I’ve been getting laid every night for the past two weeks. Lack of sex is not the reason for my cervix not cooperating, I promise.

Tonight.

I have lots of pressure.
Especially in my bum.
But then I pooped.
& the pressure got even worse.
So we went for a walk.
Did I mention that my back hurts?
But no contractions.
So we’re going to go get some spicy food.
Which I will eat sitting on an exercise ball.
While we watch the Office wedding. ::squeaaaa::

I would like to have this baby within the next 24 hours, please.

Here's your sign.

Because unless you’re doing drugs that make you hallucinate pregnant chicks, it’s obvious that I am “still here.”

& unless there’s a new trend for mother’s to return to work the day after delivery, I have not had the child. Obviously.

If the basketball under the shirt didn’t already scream that into your Spidey-senses.

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