On Sunday, I decided I wanted to push myself to the limits. And it was a gorgeous day out! And I just wanted to do something fun with my monkey's because we have been super sick for several weeks.
So we ventured out to the zoo.
Hubby bitched and moaned and said it was a terrible idea and I shouldn't do it and I was going to go into labor and he was going to be far away working. I went anyway.
We picked up some friends and headed down to the zoo! My BOB tires were totally flat but they were out of strollers so I had to work my rear off pushing that thing. We stayed in the front area, but we did everything we wanted to do, walked, rode down slides, looked at animals, rode the carousel. It was fun.
In the night, I was so excited because I started having contractions. I got to a point where they were waking me up and had one that really hurt. I felt pressure and went to the restroom and there was my mucus plug! I touched it. That's gross but I never experienced that before so I wanted to see what it was like. It was definitely the plug. My contractions weren't awful and were about 8 minutes apart. I got so excited I ran downstairs and washed a load of new baby and nursing laundry in Dreft and then started packing my bags. This happened from about 2:30 a.m. to 6:30 a.m.
At 6:30 I started feeling really sleepy. I got in the shower to shave and clean up and then got in bed. I passed out around 7 and little Peanut woke me up at 8:30. That meant I slept for a good hour and half and had no contractions worth mentioning. Boo!
I had to get some sleep so I called my boss and told her that I had a majorly sucky letdown of pretend labor so I need to sleep awhile before I came into work.
Wednesday I had an appointment and was SO ready to see what was going on. I was hoping for good things. As you know, I have to get this baby out before December 19th or I get sliced and diced again. My doctor mentioned stripping my membranes as soon as she could get in there. She checked me. I couldn't wait to find out!
And . . . . . .
I am a whopping ONE centimeter dilated. Woo hoo. Not. I am about 50% effaced. She did not strip my membranes because I am measuring at a whopping 43 weeks. 43 WEEKS! I am 37 weeks. Humans aren't pregnant for 43 weeks so I am now inhumanly pregnant. She was very worried that I was packing a 9+ pounder which is also against the rules for the VBAC. She could get her finger through and the mucus plug is out, so at least I didn't imagine that.
I was so bummed. I was hoping for better! I had a talk with the fetus and told him or her that this was unacceptable. Do NOT wake me up all night for a measly little centimeter, if we are going to do something, we will do it right and get this done! Baby so kindly did not wake me up last night.
I went to an ultrasound today to have another size check. Baby appears to have a rough estimate weight of 7lbs15oz. That is right about 8 lbs so we are only within a pound on the no go zone.
What does this mean?
This means this bitch is going to do everything I can to get this baby out ASAP! Walk, bounce on the ab ball, I'm drinking red rasperry leaf tea, shoving evening primrose oil up my lady (this was condoned by my doctor, I didn't at first because I've heard that it can act as a blood thinner and should I end up with a csection I didn't want to cause any complications, she said it should be fine) and a few other things will commence that I won't share with you. It's graphic.
My next appointment is Monday. Keep your fingers crossed that I get this kid out before then!