End Date

At my appointment yesterday the doctor scheduled an induction in case I don't go into labor on my own. I tried to get them to schedule it for a day or two after my due date, but no dice. April 7th I'm scheduled to be induced. 41 weeks and 2 days or 3 weeks from today. I've been trying to convince the baby that she doesn't want to stay in that long, but I'm not holding my breath. She still hasn't moved down, to the point that a nurse taking her heart beat asked if she was breech because her heart beat was so far up. Not breech, just taking her sweet time.

My father is scheduled to be in town for a few days around my due date. I would appreciate it if she arrived before then so I don't have to spend those days repeatedly telling my father he's not allowed to try and induce me on his own. But, if the baby's anything like her mother she'll enjoy aggravating my father for sport so she'll probably arrive the day after he leaves. Our mothers are both scheduled to come after the induction date, so they'll definitely get to meet her.

For the most part I'm still doing ok. I have the normal 85 months pregnant complaints - not sleeping, my back hurts, and I had no idea I could pee this much. This weekend I decided to add a lovely set of bruises to my complaints. I slipped on our front steps (falling down stairs is a talent of mine) and ended up with matching elbow bruises and a "spectacular" bruise on my rear end. The doctor was very impressed with it. I do not recommend this as a way to bring on labor as it did nothing except freak out me and Matt and send us to the hospital for monitoring. Thankfully everything is fine but I certainly freaked out for awhile.

Almost There!

At least that's what I keep telling myself. 37 weeks and 1 day done. The nursery is now painted and we set up the crib last night. By "we" I mean Matt, with me looking on and offering to hold screws and bolts. I totally cried after the crib was set up. I also cried while folding some of her laundry this weekend. I'm just so excited at this point that I can't wait to meet her. Oh, and the hormones.

While I thought we had everything we needed for her arrival, my sister sent me the link to this yesterday. Lullaby versions of Queen, Metallica, and Guns N' Roses? Yes please. Lullaby versions of Journey? I think that's required for no other reason than it's ridiculously awesome.

One Month To Go!

Since this is not a leap year, we don't get an exact month to go countdown so I'm going to claim today. I can't quite believe that I only have a month to go. At the same time I can't believe I have to be pregnant for another month. There are some women who are great pregnant. I am not one of them. I compare being pregnant to taking flight for a vacation. I don't go on vacation to fly on the plane, it's just a necessary inconvenience. I know some people like to fly, but I am not one of them. Same thing with pregnancy. I'm not having a baby to be pregnant (or go through labor) it's just what you have to do to reach the destination.

Two weeks ago (yeah, I know I'm behind) we went in for an ultrasound and everything's looking good. She measured 5 pounds 6 ounces and has turned so her head is down. She's not straight up and down so her butt is under my right rib and her head is by my left hip. She has not yet started to calm down so her movements are getting more and more serious. I think you can see some of the movements from space. She's still Daddy's little girl and will move for Matt whenever he touches my belly and talks to her.

I am packed for the hospital, the diaper bag is packed, and some of the clothes have been washed. We're getting close to being ready. Hopefully we'll be done in two weeks in case she decides to come early. We'll see.

Fourth Worst Snow Storm in DC History

I'm really done with the snow this year. There's a reason I don't live in Buffalo.

Please pardon my voice. I still have a little bit of the cold from last week.