We had our "post-dates" doctors appointment yesterday. First we had our ultrasound and checked that baby out. He looked cute as ever, a little squished, but cute as ever. His sweet little baby foot was smooshed up against my side. My dad said he had a little "metaductus" (his foot looked inverted or something). My dad would. The ultrasound technician said he was
"a little over 8 pounds."
still 3 cm.
No progression. :( He stripped my membranes to try to encourage labor along naturally. It was "a little crampy" (it huuurt bad). He also said the baby weighs eight and a half pounds. You go baby. So, unless something happens in the next 24 hours on our own, we have an appointment on Thursday morning at 0600 to bring this baby into the world! It's not what I always had in my mind, but I want my parents here, and I want what's best for the baby. I would rather get the baby here and be healthy than wait another few days and the baby ends up with meconium... not worth it.
I love my baby so much and I can't wait for him to get here. I am all nested and ready! I will have a baby tomorrow! I will no longer be pregnant and 40+ pounds over my usual weight tomorrow!
healthy baby = healthy baby