~ Action, Action, We Want Action!
Hail and heavy rain slam upon the sidewalk, tornado sirens wail, thunder claps, and I make a mad dash down the wet cement of downtown Denver in my flip flops. My knees are angled outward in full out frog stance and I am harboring my 40+ week belly gingerly in both hands. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined I would be spending a Sunday afternoon in my overdue state under such circumstances. I guess the more prudent person would have made sure they checked the weather before going out in such a vulnerable physical state. Oops. I guess that's all I have to say.
My parents are now in town and staying with us. They had planned to fly home tomorrow (as of today) but they have extended their stay due to baby's overdue stay in my belly. The scenario mentioned above happened to be a great escape away from the ball fields where the Colorado Rockies play. My grand idea was to spend one of my last Sundays out with my family watching the game. Little did I know tornadoes would be in the forecast. The funny thing is about 45 minutes before we were escaping the turbulent weather we were all shalacking sunscreen over our exposed shoulders and noses and complaining about how dreadfully hot it was. Like they say in Colorado, "if you don't like the weather, wait 15 minutes." What also comes to mind, "be careful what you wish for." Needless to say, we all made it home safe and sound. Funny thing was all of the snow/hail along the freeway and upon the rooftops. Snow in June, it (apparently) happens.
Now back to the baby. So I continue to truck on past my due date without a single sign or symptom of impending labor. No loss of mucous plug, no bloody show, no water breakage, no Braxton-Hicks. Baby definitely has not dropped as continues to be jammed up against my ribcage smooshing my vital organs. My latest internal exam revealed no changes from the week prior. What is the deal? Our baby must be extremely comfortable in there or extremely stubborn or both! I revert back to my books and my notes from labor class and sure enough I continue to experience none of the many pre-labor signs/symptoms mentioned. So I continue about my daily business of going to the gym, going for walks, cleaning the house. I guess I should feel happy that I feel so normal but at the same time I really want to move forward with my life and meet this guy! I guess I had imagined startling out of a deep sleep in the middle of the night positive I was in the throes of the natural labor beginnings.
At our last appointment with the doctor (which happened to be the day before our due date) we discussed the possibility of induction if nothing happened within the week. Therefore, I am scheduled to arrive at the hospital at 7:30am sharp Wednesday morning. And I'm guessing he's not coming before then as this is now within the next 48 hours. It feels strange being penciled in for labor and delivery. I feel like I've booked our summer weekend getaway at the nearest New Life Center. And to tell you the truth, I am sick and tired of re-packing my hospital bag as its now been packed and re-packed probably 15 times in the last two months.
So here I sit amongst the turbulent June thunderstorms wondering what my labor, baby, and new life will be like. I am taking my last two days of pregnancy to simply relax and reflect. I am trying to muster up as much energy as I possibly can. I continue to ponder what my life will be like after Wednesday. It's really strange to think that I will be a parent (most likely) by the end of the week. It's extremely exciting but also somewhat intimidating. Most of all, I wish for a healthy baby.
So . . . wish us luck. I am truly hoping that my next entry will be my labor story. Ahhh--still so much of a reality check! I can't believe it.