1/31 update

Here are today's stats:

BP: 110/74
baby's HR: 149 bpm
urine: "great" as always :p
dilation: still only 2 cm -- same as last week

The doctor stripped my membranes (now doesn't that sound pleasant?) in the hopes that it'll cause me to contract/go into labor on my own. She said something about it releasing prostaglandins. The effect of the membrane stripping only lasts 24 hours, though, so we'll see if it does anything if at all.

I have an appointment Tuesday for a non-stress test and an ultrasound, and my induction appointment is scheduled for 6 a.m. on Thursday, February 7.

For some reason the thought of all of this is making me unbearably sleepy -- I'm off to nap.

T-minus 2 days and counting

I'm starting to come to grips with the fact that this kid has to come out somehow, despite neither exit option sounding very appealing.

Last week the OB said we need to talk induction if I get to my due date and baby still isn't here. Basically, that means that when I see her for my weekly appointment tomorrow, I'll schedule an "appointment" for the following week to go into the hospital and get things rolling. What a strange concept -- essentially picking the baby's birthday.

Should we wait until after the Superbowl on 2/3? Not that I want to watch it for the teams, but I do love the tradition of it all: excessive snacking, sometimes entertaining commercials, always shockingly bad halftime shows (though surely this year will be as noncontroversial as it can get, with Tom Petty as the main act).

Would it be better to have the baby on a weekend day so the husband's parents/family could come visit? Do I want to set myself up for a million visitors like that? Is 2/4/08 a good day for a birthday, or should we hold out for the catchier 2/8/08? I don't do too well with so many options.

That said, I fully realize that my water could break or I could start having contractions at any time, so all the planning could be pointless. What is it they say: Man plans and God laughs? Something like that? I'd better run out this morning and get a pedicure, STAT.

completely unrelated to anything

Target affixed a logo carrying strap to my toilet paper when I checked out today. I suspect it's part of their "go green" efforts, as I've also noticed that they're selling the reusable bags at the register as well. I found it hilarious to be toting my TP out of the store like it was a kicky new purse, so I had to capture it for you, dear readers (presuming I have any).

compulsions

I woke up this morning thinking about cleaning.

If you know me, you know this is out of the ordinary for a few reasons:

-- I have a few anal retentive/perfectionist tendencies (that's putting it mildly), so if I can't do something perfectly, I often don't bother at all (see: past failed attempts to learn to play the bass, sewing, cake decorating, etc.).

-- I seem to be missing the domestic gene that a lot of people have. I would rather do most anything than clean the house. I'm also lousy at grocery shopping and making meals. My poor husband.

Anyway, not only did I think about cleaning today ... I actually cleaned. And not just a quick wipe of the countertops. We're talking that and more. I even shined the stainless steel sink with lemon oil and wiped down all the cabinets. Weird, yet oddly satisfying.

Could this be nesting, or is my month off work pre-baby causing me to be a little OCD?

The State of the Cervix Address

• BP: 112/74
• baby's HR: 154 (good, said nurse)
• urine: "looks great!" Not something you hear every day, is it?
• weight: yeeeeah, not telling. Let's just say that around Christmas the first digit of my weight went to a number never before seen, and it's just gone up since then.
• fundal height measurement: 38. This should roughly correspond to the number of weeks pregnant you are. I'm 38 weeks 6 days today, so that's just fine. They'd only worry if the number was significantly higher (excess amniotic fluid? ginormous offspring?) or lower (baby is too small?).
• And the magic number everyone has been waiting for: 2! Yes, that's right ... I'm still 2 cm dilated. If you don't know, I need to get to 10. But it's all good, because as of right now, the dresser for the baby's room is still sitting in the living room, clothes still need to be washed, we still need to go out for our last pre-baby dinner/movie ... she can stay where she is a while longer.
  

pregnant or elderly?

I have reflux, I have issues that are too TMI to discuss in a public forum (that's what I get for laughing at commercials for said remedies, I guess), and today my hips feel like they're either grinding in the sockets or about to pop out of them, leaving me in a jello-like heap on the floor.

I suddenly have a lot more sympathy for the elderly.

weekly update

My OB appointment went well. Baby is head down and "very low," according to the doctor.

Stats are as follows:

• BP: 112/76
• baby's HR: 161
• ye olde cervix: 2 cm dilated, 75% effaced

I'm measuring on target, and doc is estimating that she'll be average to a little over average weight at birth -- between 7-8 pounds. She claims, and oh how I'd like to hold her to this prediction, that once things start rolling, it should be a "piece of cake." Mmm-hmm. I've never heard anyone describe labor and delivery that way, except maybe my mother -- and we all know that moms are just angling for grandchildren. ;)