38 Weeks Feels Like Forever...

Welp...38 weeks.  This is officially the longest I have ever been pregnant.  This is also the pregnancy that has taken the most out of me physically...go figure.  I've officially stopped working..this is my second day off.  I took some time to get a much needed pedicure.  I figure that once Baby Girl gets here, there won't be any time for those anymore.

So Monday I was 37w 6d.  I had been up since about 2:30am contracting.  It felt like bad cramps and while they were highly irregular, they were also uncomfortable.  I got so excited thinking "this is it!  She's on her way!". I've never done this on my own before, so I really don't know what to expect.  I went to my ultrasound and everything looked and measured just fine. She's weighing in at 7lbs. 1oz.  That's how big I was.  I know there's some margin for error, but this will also be the BIGGEST baby I've ever had. :)

The ultrasound tech asked if I wanted to go across the parking lot to the doctor's office to get checked out since i was so uncomfortable.  We elected to do that, but the docs were all in a meeting so they told me to go across the street to OB Triage.  Still contracting, we went across the street.  The hooked me up to monitors and I seemed to be contracting pretty regularly, so they took me back to check me out.  After the nurse put me through an exam that made me WANT an epidural, she told me I was 4cm and they needed me to walk around for about an hour to see if I progressed. If I did, I could be admitted and we'd be having a baby.  If I didn't, we'd be sent packing.

We walked around for an hour, came back to the monitors and I got subjected to "the check" again.  OMG that hurt so damn bad...but no change.  Because I wasn't 39 weeks and the baby is doing just fine, there's nothing my doc could do. She said her hands were tied until 39 weeks.  Highly disappointed, we went home.  The contractions stopped around 2pm and haven't returned.  AT ALL.  This kid hates me.

I had my appointment today and there hasn't been much of a change.  She said I'm a little farther along, but not much really.  The good news is that I'll be 39 weeks on Tuesday and we have scheduled an induction for that day...unless she decides to come earlier.  Who knows with this kid.  The bad news?  We will have to be at the hospital at 4:30am. IN THE MORNING.  Also, she will be here two days before my birthday.  I'm selfish, so that's pushing it...but as long as it's not ON my day and my family still firmly realizes that I still get MY DAY all will be fine (love you honey!).

I'm so excited to see her.  I constantly wonder if she'll look like me or like Daddy or like a combination of the two.  I wonder if she'll look like her sister or like her brother or completely different.  I can't wait to meet her and hold her and smother her with kisses.  All in due time, I s'pose.