***** Disclaimer: Yes, I know 38 weeks is really early to start whining and overdue ladies, please bear with me and don't hate me too much. I have my reasons (past birth trauma) for the 40 week mark feeling like a death sentence. ***** That being said:
Okay, I officially give up trying to convince this baby to come OUT. After months of trying to rest and not do anything to make the contractions worse, I went all systems go at 37 weeks. Walking, step aerobics, sex, nipple stimulation, gallons of RRLT, EPO inserted vaginally, spicy food (I'm allergic to pineapple or I'd be downing that)...today I mowed the lawn! Besides dilating to 2-3 and getting to 50% effaced on Tuesday (only to be told by another OB yesterday that I was only 1cm and long
) I have had nothing. Sure, hours on end of 5 minute apart 90 second painful contractions. Lower back ache, nausea, vomiting, and just plain crabbiness. But is it doing me any good? Nope. Nothing will put me into a good labor pattern. Nothing will convince this one to come out.
So I surrender. She wants to give Daddy a Fathers' Day surprise on Sunday? Wonderful. She wants to be born next Wednesday on her sister's 2nd birthday? Fine. She wants to be born next Thursday on our 11 year anniversary? Great. She wants to wait until July 6 and be taken c-section on her Grandpa's birthday? Good for her. I didn't think asking her to come out just a bit sooner was too much to ask, but apparently she wants to make it known that she might be the youngest, but she is in charge.
*sigh* At least it's not 500 degrees out.