3 Days and Counting...

Yep. I'm still pregnant.

Little bugger was supposed to be here 3 days ago, but decided that Casa Hogue is a much more comfortable abode for the time being. Had another appointment with the doctor yesterday. He didn't seem very optomistic. I've apparently made no progress with the eviction process what-so-ever and he's now concerned that I/the baby may have "cephalopelvic disproportion" or tiny pelvis/huge melon (the doctor must not have been paying attention to the size of my hips. *laugh*). After a long discussion with the hubby, we decided that if the baby hasn't arrived on its own by Monday, we'll be induced. I'll admit it, the major factor behind the decision was fear. I do NOT want to have a c-section... I didn't want to be induced either, but I'd much rather take the p-drip than be sliced open (suckily enough though, being induced doesn't take away the section risk. I may get stuck dealing with both...).

It's funny. You spend 9 months planning how you'd like to have your baby, and it can all change overnight. The hubby and I had been planning for a natural, intervention free experience. We did the research, and decided that if at all possible we wanted to avoid the drugs and the side effects they can cause. We read, took a class and practiced Hypnobirthing techniques to help us prepare for the big day and made the decision that we wanted to stay at home for as long as possible during the labour to avoid unnecessary induction methods. All that research and prep is now out the window, and I honestly couldn't be more bummed.

But I'm strong... I'll deal.

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There is NOTHING that I hate more than someone who sticks their nose in where it doesn't belong. When you're pregnant, you have to deal with this a lot... Everyone has got an "opinion" on everything. What kills me, is when they try to shove their uninformed opinion on you, when you've spent the past few months researching it to death and you know they're wrong. I appreciate the fact that for some reason you feel it necessary to try and scare the shit out of me, but you are wrong. Please keep your unhelpful comments to yourself.

God, how I wish I could say that so her, but things are (yet again) tense enough as it is...