Crazy In Love

Today I did a good deal of walking.  I walked around the mall, around the neighborhood, around Meijer… We park at the back of the lot most times and get in a few more steps that way too.  I can honestly say I have never been more uncomfortable in my life.  In public and in person I will put on a strong face but all I want to do a lot of the time is cry out of frustration.  I’m going nutty.  I will add (as I believe I’ve noted before) that I am well aware that I was so lucky to be able to work up until a week ago (39 weeks) without any issues at all, aside from some very mild discomfort towards the end of a long shift.  I was able to, with few exceptions, sleep fabulously through most nights with few interruptions, up until a week ago.  The trend here is “a week ago.”  For the last week, I’ve been miserable.  Poor Noah has been cooped up with me and has to live with the weepy, whiny person I’ve become.  (I love you Noah!)

Tomorrow I see the doctor and while according to their dates I’m just at 40 weeks, according to my calculations and what he’s been measuring all along we could be approaching 42 weeks.  Whatever the week mark is, I’m ready to get the show on the road!  I am hoping that at my appt. the doctor finds that I’ve made good progress since last week and thinks maybe it’s time to break the water or do something to help me/us along.  Something has got to give.  I am honestly not in favor of induction unless it is medically necessary and believe that babies will come in their own time.  However, I’m also realistic that perhaps my body just doesn’t know what to do.  I mean, it doesn’t know how to ovulate regularly on it’s own, it didn’t know how to produce enough progesterone initially on it’s own, … my body doesn’t have a good track record for being a reproductive self-starter… maybe she needs a little help? I’m not saying that’s the case, but I think it’s worth a minute or two of consideration.

Hopefully this kid will vacate my uterus soon and move in to his kick ass nursery that is sitting unoccupied, waiting for him.

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