Honestly, I never thought I’d make it to week 39. Really. I thought for sure that this baby would be so huge that my cervix would just say, “Forget it. I’m done.” And let go and I’d already have a newborn at HOME. In my ARMS. But noooooo, this baby is lodged squarely in my belly, content as can be, with seemingly zero immediate plans to vacate. I’m going to have to call the landlord and have her evicted.
Speaking of landlords, I actually did call the clinic last week to have them talk about an induction. I mean, she’s only getting fatter in there. Development’s done! If I don’t hear back by this afternoon, I’m going to call again and see if there’s any news. Yes, I’m going to be that patient that bugs them until I get a response. I like to call it “advocating for myself” as opposed to “being really annoying to the medical staff.” My glass is half full.
So stay tuned. Maybe there will be news! (Also, don’t hold your breath. I don’t want anyone passing out at the computer.)