I had my weekly OB appointment today and I don’t think anyone actually expected me to make it to this one. It’s also my 36th birthday today and I just assumed my baby would be here to celebrate with me.
In terms of my body, there hasn’t been much change from last week. The baby is in the same position and I’m dilated to almost 3 cm. The doctor could feel his head when he examined me (weird, right?) and the heartbeat still sounds great.
I will be 41 weeks pregnant on Wednesday and my doctor recommends we move forward with inducing.
Induction is something I always wanted to avoid, if possible. For the most part, I’ve only heard negative stories about it. Most people I know who were induced had horribly long, miserable labours that ultimately ended in C-sections.
Of course, after going into labour naturally at 39 weeks with my first pregnancy, induction wasn’t something I had really considered this time around. Now that I’m overdue, I’ve had to shift my thinking a bit. But, surprisingly, I’m feeling OK about it. At this point, I’m more than ready to have this baby.
So, we have a plan.
On Wednesday (assuming baby boy hasn’t arrived on his own before then!) I will be induced. Since I’m already a bit dilated, they will start by breaking my water. Dr. P thinks this should be enough to get things going. If not, then they will put me on Pitocin.
Am I nervous? A little bit. Mainly because it’s different than last time and I don’t really know what to expect. Am I excited? Hell yes. We’ve been waiting for this baby for a long, long time. I can’t wait to meet him!