Officially overdue. I am starting to go nutso. I am honestly beginning to wonder if this baby girl is ever coming out.
It's funny how things come full circle. I remember when we were in the 2WW after our IVF, I was analyzing every single twinge, pain and hiccup. And now, waiting so desperately for labour to start, I find myself doing the exact same thing. "My back hurts - does this mean labour is starting? I feel nauseous - does this mean labour is starting? I think I felt a BH contraction - does that mean labour is starting?" And unfortunately, the answer thus far has been a resounding NOPE NOT YET.
I have to keep telling myself that no matter what, come hell or high water, my doctor won't let me go more than 10 days overdue, so I will be induced by August 27th. I just really hope it doesn't come to that as I understand that induction is not the best for the baby. I really want her to decide it's time to be born on her own. Like how about today? Today's good for me!
Yesterday I went to West Vancouver with my parents to visit my 93-year-old aunt and then go for lunch and a walk. The trip was unbearably hot in the car, and while I appreciated the chance to get my mind of things, I was really uncomfortable. Our walk had to be short because I was having so much pelvic pressure that it was actually painful to be walking around. I took that as a good sign.
I suppose this desperation to get things moving is Mother Nature's way of making labour - probably the most painful experience a woman can endure - sound appealing. You'd think I'd be more scared of pushing something the size of a cantaloupe out of my vagina, but here I am looking forward to it big time. Bring it on!
(and soon please!)