Yesterday was supposed to be (in my mind, anyway) the big appointment where we decide if I will be induced early or not. I had to get my doctor's office to refax the information from the last u/s I had done, and we were supposed to look at the results yesterday and go from there.
Well.
I don't think we are any further decided than we were before. Turns out, though, that Peanut is in the 75th percentile for size. That means she was bigger than 75% of babies of her gestational age at the time, so the doctor asked me what I would like to do. I said I wanted to rock and roll, and have the baby before I run the risk of her becoming too big for me to deliver without surgery. His answer? Um, ok then. Let's do an internal next week and check how things are coming along. We'll check if she has come farther down, then too. See you Monday. Keep out of trouble. The end. Grrrr. I don't feel as if any progress was made at all. Oh well. Peanut could always come on her own before then, although I am not allowed to go into labour on Wednesday or early Thursday as per my mom. Poor mom is so mad because her boss is making her go on a business trip this week. She'll be back by 8pm Thursday, though, so Joe keeps saying "Ok, no problem. Thursday night we go into labour, and Ella will be born on Friday. Done deal." Oh if only it were that easy!!! Friday is our ideal day to have her, though. It's Nana's birthday...the one she's named after. Wouldn't that be cool for them to have the same name AND birthday?? So cross your fingers for me that Joe's plan can somehow miraculously come to fruition!!
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