Week 38: Still 100% effaced, still at 1…. still pregnant.
Today was our weekly appt. so we went to see my Dr. (not so much the fortune teller Dr. anymore but more of an optimist, I have now concluded). She still claims it can be any day, so with a grain of salt, I giggle allowing my belly to jiggle just a bit, and somewhat sarcastically let her know that we would see her next week. I hate the waiting game, but I am patient, so we wait. I am all about the suddle nudges that are supposed to bring on labor, so I ate a pineapple the other night and to my surprise the whole night my back hurt, so I thought, hmmm could this be back labor? Nope, just a back ache! Pineapple you have failed me and the only joy you brought me was that I smelled like fruity sun tan lotion when my indigestion woke me up in the middle of the night. Tonight, I ate chinese food, another wives tail, and to my surprise they gave us way too many fortune cookies for just the two of us. Does this mean we ordered enough food for six? so I opened all the cookies and read the fortunes, not one said : “be easy for tonight the baby comes before the big snow storm tomorrow”…. No fortune cookie you have also failed me, instead I have better insights into climbing mountains and measuring self worth….Stair climbing and squats are out of the question, the trusty cadaver in my knee will not hear of it…. I will not even get started with the Doctor recommended nudge….tmi.
My doctor is on call tomorrow night, the same wonderful night that is calling for a 12 inch snow storm to bury us. Paul reassures me that his big F250 with Huge Tires will easily navigate its way to the hospital in no time (an already hour drive). His truck is so bumpy that all it would take is one pot hole and the baby is sure to fall out. Good and Dear Lord. Please.
But in the mean time our wonderful Regular u/s technician stuck her magic 3d/4d wand on the ole Grady belly after our Biophysical Profile Ultrasound today. I was ready this time, oh so ready to see him. It was actually just what I needed before he was born to settle my nerves and dash a little water on the intense emotional heat I feel in these most recent days. Here he is. He looked perfect and although he really wouldn’t move his hands away from his face, I got just enough of him to make me melt. We all think he looks like Paul.