Week 37 Update

Yeah, I’m still here.

I had a royal emotional breakdown last night. You see, I’ve been feeling like a bit of a failed circus act lately, and really it’s our fault. We’ve been on the edge of our seats, setting the expectation that these babies are going to arrive “any minute now.” So, it’s only natural that everybody and their mother is calling and emailing and asking when the babies are going to get here.

Then, faced with the possibility of induction today/this week, I really started to feel pressured, like I NEED TO GO INTO LABOR TODAY OR ELSE. You see, as much as I want to meet my daughters, I’m not a fan of the induction route for me except in the case of making it to 38 weeks, which the perinatologist already set as a cut-off date due to the shared placenta.

Anyhow, all of this finally got to me at the 11th hour.  With Chris offering yet another “trick” to put me into labor, I pretty much lost it and told him to stop telling me what to do (sorry again, baby). The hints and advice of how to get these babies out is just too much now. The girls clearly don’t want to come out yet, and that made me feel like a big, fat, pregnant failure.

Anyhow, after a tender talk and lots of sappy hugs, we figure that unless it’s a medical necessity to induce this week as opposed to next week, we’ll just wait. Yes, I am willing to go to 38 weeks with these babies. 

I’m really not sane, am I?

Today I was supposed to see Dr. Amazing, but the receptionist put me with the wrong doctor so I rescheduled for tomorrow. Clearly, that’s a sign, right?!? (I’m pretty superstitious like that, so don’t laugh too hard.) So really, by the time we see the doctor anyhow, there will only be six days left till I hit 38 weeks. I can certainly wait. It’s not like I’m ever going to see a bikini for the rest of my life either way, so what’s the difference? 

I feel much more at peace now, and that makes this mama-to-be very happy. We’ll see what the doctor says tomorrow.