38 Weeks and an Eviction Notice

So, I went to the doctor today expecting to have all sorts of good news regarding my progression with this baby. While I was driving to the appointment, I had this gut feeling of "There will be no progression yet." I don't know why. Especially since I have been having more and more Braxton Hicks contractions, and an episode of contractions Saturday night at midnight that was completely intense and painful for two hours. (It could have been the sounds of our rabid raccoon living under the shed, attacking an unsuspecting animal that drove the baby crazy, but that is neither here nor there).

So, when the doctor checked me and it felt as though she was searching for something that was not there, I knew what she was going to say. Apparently she couldn't even find his head. He was "in position" last week (and the week before), but just decided to scooch on back a little, as if he is changing his mind from jumping off a ledge. So, she did an ultrasound to make sure that he was still at least head down and did not flip over. And, I am not going to lie, for a fleeting moment I thought, "Is it possible he disappeared??" Because I am irrational and tired and a crazy pregnant lady.

But, he was just chillin like a villian all up in his plentiful amniotic fluid. It must be like a 10 month long bath in there. I think he is just enjoying the free lunch that comes through the umbilical cord every day and doesn't want to make the effort to come out. Whatevs. So, my doctor and I are giving him an "Eviction Notice" as she put it. So, if he doesn't come sooner, Jake and I will head to the hospital on the evening of April 21 to begin the induction.

I am not really completely familiar with how all of this works, but I will take a pill to get things primed, and then sleep all night, and start the pitocin in the morning slowly. Hopefully he will cooperate then. I will give him a little pep talk and promise plenty of hamburgers and milkshakes on the "other side."

To be quite honest, I am just sort of pumped that I know I will not miss "The Biggest Loser" and "The Real Housewives of New York City" that night. Maybe Jake and I will even bring our bathing suits and have a nice little time in the jacuzzi. Maybe I am getting carried away. In any case, the end is near. Praise the Lord.

Oh, and on another side note, April 22 is my grandma's birthday! That would be pretty cool if it was the same day.