And, my doctor actually said “see you next week” and then paused and with a straight face added, “if not before then!”
She must have read panic on my face because she reassured me, “I do think you’ll make it to 37 weeks, but you never know.”
Um, 37 weeks is in three days. I’m NOT ready to have this baby yet!
I’m dilated to a 3 and 70% effaced but I have way too much to do before we meet Baby Bean.
A partial list:
– I need to figure out our infant car seat. We took it apart to wash it after Mackenzie graduated to a convertible seat and after I put it back together, I ended up with two extra pieces. Not good.
Incidentally, I thought I liked that seat until I tried to clean it. Impossible. Mackenzie’s new seat strips down like a charm and even has two pads on the bottom so if she has an accident on the first one, we simply remove it and we’re good to go while it’s being washed and dried.
– I need to set up our sleeping arrangements. I am thinking the crib will go in my room and Scott will sleep on the sofa (when we have visitors) and in the basement on the blow-up mattress (when we don’t). Once this baby sleeps through the night somewhat, we’ll move the crib into Mackenzie’s room.
– I need to finish my Blurb book! I made one that covers the time up until Mackenzie’s birth, and this second book should cover up until this baby’s birth. The only problem is… I’m stuck in February of 2009.
– I need to finish my cookbook. I realize this seems unrelated to the baby’s arrival, but I’m loving how it’s going so far and it would be so handy to have all my favorite recipes at my fingertips for those first few crazy months.
– I need to wait for the cavalry to arrive. Scott’s mom won’t be here for another three weeks. It seemed reasonable to have her arrive right around my due date, but my doctor has put the fear in me.
– I need to get up my courage for labor and delivery. I’m on the fence about an epidural at this point, and I know if I am going to skip it I’d better be ready for what’s coming.
– I need Scott to enjoy his easy rotation. He has another week in heaven. No call, be at work by 8:30, home at a decent hour … heaven. If he’s going to get a couple days off when the baby comes, I’d hate to have them be such easy days! 🙂
Following this rotation, he is scheduled for call every 3-4 nights for a few months and then every 4th night for many more months after that. Ouch.
In summary, yes I waddle a little and tying my shoes is way trickier than it once was, but I would like to keep this baby inside for a while longer. Got that, Garbanzo?