Did I say Tuesday? I meant Thursday.
Saw the doctor this morning and I’ve made no progress since last week. I’m still having contractions, as confirmed by the nonstress test, but they’re apparently doing nothing to get this kid out any time soon. My doctor wants to induce Thursday because she’s concerned about my incredibly mild asthma. I really don’t understand her concern with it. I’ve had no asthma problems during the pregnancy.
At 34 weeks, the baby was already measuring 2 weeks big so my concern with waiting another week to induce is the size of the baby. Part of my weekly nonstress test is doing an ultrasound to make sure there’s enough amniotic fluid, so as long as the technician was looking, I asked her to estimate the size of the baby. She’s not supposed to do it without an order from the doctor but said she would give me a very rough, unofficial estimate to help me decide whether to induce this week or next week. She says the baby is currently 10 pounds! (+/- 2 pounds) YIKES! No wonder this kid doesn’t want to come out - it’s being fed too well!
Given the size of the baby, we’ve decided to induce on Thursday if the baby doesn’t come out on its own before then. Now I’m just waiting to hear back from the doctor’s office with the details. As much as I wanted to avoid inducing, I’m relieved there’s an end date and I can start making plans. We can let the grandparents know ahead of time when to head into the city. We can make plans for Guinness and not have to leave him home alone in the middle of the night. I don’t have to worry about missing any Illini games!
Knowing that I’m not likely to go into labor any time soon, I spent the day walking around near the doctor’s office. The great thing about the city is that I was able to walk just a block to get a much-needed pedicure, walk another half mile to Borders for an iced decaf caramel latte (YUM!) and get some light reading for the hospital, walk another half mile to the bank and another block to run an errand before the baby comes. I thought about walking to Clarke’s for some french toast too but my back was starting to hurt from carrying around this bowling ball in my stomach. It was nice to get out and not spend yet another day on the couch.