Another chaotic day but for me this time, not Big D.
I had an u/s scheduled this morning to find out baby Hunter's estimated weight and then another appointment this afternoon with my OB to go over everything (including possible induction if he was big). Today at my appointment when we started to talk about how u/s showed baby is approximately 8 lbs. 5 oz. already I just suddenly (not becuz of that) started bawling my eyes out...it's like everything is just catching up to me. Even though we *think* Daryl will be coming home tomorrow (but if not tomorrow then DEFINITELY Saturday), I still have been feeling like I'm losing my mind.
Anyway, Dr. measured my belly and poked and prodded and is pretty convinced that baby is bigger than u/s tech said. She took my blood pressure and was surprised to see it was elevated for the first time this whole pregnancy. So after informing me she'd have the nurse re-check it, she left me something to cover up with and said she'd do an internal. After my mini meltdown in her office, when I mentioned that I WAS seriously wanting/thinking of being induced at week 39 (which I hit on Sunday), the doctor said she'd do the internal becuz obviously if I was still closed up tight and cervix not thinned out at ALL we would wait a bit for induction. I just have to preface anything else I say with: please no one judge me or critique me for this decision...I know everyone is different and feels differently about induction but this is mine and Daryl's personal decision and what we feel is right for us. I'm sorry if I sound bitchy but this is just been a very HARD and draining day (day? who am I kidding, WEEK!) for me so I am sorry if I come off as snotty, cuz that's not my intention!
...Anyway, I was SO ready for the internal exam to be really uncomfortable and hurt and for it to feel like she was reaching a FIST up my wazoo, but I felt like she'd BARELY gotten her hand in there when she said "Ok, you're 80% effaced, 1cm dilated and --tap,tap,tap--feel that? I'm tapping on baby boy's head!" And when my mouth opened in surprise, she tapped again as if to prove the point. It was amazing! He is SO LOW. It explains so much about how different I've felt this week as well...SO much more tired (and not just becuz of running back and forth to hospital to see D), and uncomfortable and I kept saying all week to anyone who'd listen that every time I spread my legs a bit (even just to sit in a chair) that it felt like Hunter would fall right out. I've had incredible rectal pressure the past couple of days as well; I can't tell you how many times I went to the bathroom thinking I had to go, only to sit there and not do anything. But of course with my crazy, emotional week I wasn't focusing on all of this as much I usually would have.
So after the nurse confirmed my elevated BP, and after my internal, the Dr. sent me straight over to the hospital, Labor & Delivery to get some blood work and monitoring done to be sure no Pre-E. I assured her that my elevated BP was most likely from how stressed I was but she is a "better safe than sorry" kind of doctor which I appreciate. Off I went with my Mom in tow (she had accompanied me to the appointments today since D could not) and we were there for about an hour and a half. Thankfully, no Pre-E! But said it was stress-induced hypertension.
Anyway, we have decided to induce on Tuesday (unless Hunter makes an appearance beforehand on his own, but I really hope he doesn't cuz I want Big D and I both to get some relaxation and SLEEP this weekend once he's home from the hospital). Also, the doctor wrote me a note for work...they have been calling me like EVERY DAY becuz this week I took the whole week off (using the last of my vacation time) due to Big D's being ill and they kept asking me all week by email/voicemail (knowing my due date is so soon) if this meant I was starting my maternity leave already, blah, blah, blah and I SWEAR I felt like I was going to have an anxiety attack! So today I was able to call my boss and tell her that my maternity leave starts Monday (so LEAVE ME ALONE! Well, obviously THAT part I left unsaid).
Anyway, I'm home now, trying to relax but my damn cat pissed all over the couch and I seriously just cried about it (this is NOT the first time she's done it as you probably recall me saying...and this is NOT the couch she had peed on before...it was the OTHER one. These cats are slowly but surely ruining my house). My mom was still over when I first smelled the urine and tracked it down, and I just screamed and started crying angry tears. So I'm gonna try to bring the cat to shelter tomorrow or this weekend (although there are TWO it could be, but I don't know if shelter will take TWO from me...plus it cost $45 per animal and I can't do that this week. I'm feel like I'm losing my mind!!). I feel like a total shithead cuz it probably seems like I'm of the mindset "Screw all the animals, I have a baby coming" but it's not that. This has all been building for years now. For YEARS this cat has pissed on furniture (ruining two mattresses, another couch, a chair...), clothing on the floor, rugs, whatever...it's just finally all coming to a head for me.
Tuesday (Wednesday) CAN'T come quick enough. With Big D by my side and hopefully really on the mend now...and once that baby boy is finally in my arms---this whole horrible, crappy week will be over.
I just can't wait to kiss Hunter, and smell him and love on him!!