I saw my new doctor(s) yesterday. I started my appointment with one doctor and then she had to run off to the hospital for an emergency delivery, so I ended up seeing a different doctor in the clinic. Both were really nice and it will be either of them or one other doctor who will deliver me. The second doctor checked me and I was still only 1-2 cm's! It's frustrating that all these contractions don't seem to be helping me progress at all. He also stripped my membranes again. I've felt crampy today as a result, but no real action yet. The game plan now is for me to go into the hospital on Monday morning for a non-stress test, see the doctor again on Tuesday and be induced either Wednesday or Thursday - unless, of course, the baby decides to make an entrance any time before that! Erik and I have decided to just plan on meeting our baby next Wed or Thurs and anything earlier will be a bonus! Easier said than done, though. Today was a lo-o-ong day at home with Micah. I was unmotivated to do much other than bake some cookies and tidy the house. I considered breaking out my Christmas decorations, but the thought actually made me kind of depressed. I think the idea just feeds my fear that I will still be pregnant by the time Christmas rolls around!
I wanted to avoid another picture-less post, so here are a couple of shots of Micah playing in his "new" toy box (Erik and I decided to make a new use for my hope chest to eliminate some of the toy clutter in the house):
When Erik came home from work tonight I told him we HAD to get out of the house - if for no other reason than to give me an excuse to take a shower and get out of my sweat pants! We ended up at the mall where everything is already Christmas-y. I took a couple of pictures of Micah next to the Santa display. Santa is coming tomorrow, apparently, but I'm guessing this is about as close as Micah's going to get to him (he doesn't do so well with strangers right now...)
Yesterday I heard of two different families who gave birth to preemies - a set of twins born at 25 weeks and another baby being born at 27 weeks (this was the one the doctor had to rush out to deliver during my appointment). It got me thinking about the long, hard road ahead for these little ones and suddenly being overdue didn't seem so awful. I'm so thankful that our baby is full-term and big and (hopefully) totally healthy!
Thanks to those of you who have encouraged me with your own "overdue" stories. It's nice to know I'm not the only one to have to endure these endless last days. I just keep praying that God would give me contentment and peace and PATIENCE!