Just got back from the doctor. If I don't go into labor by Friday of
next week (10 days from now) she's going to induce. I would much, much,
much rather go into labor naturally; I had labor induced once, and
that's more than enough for one lifetime. :P But, then again, after my
mom heard the exact report of how things are right now, she told me she
was in about that state the day before she went into labor naturally.
(Then again, *that* doctor had threatened a *C-section*.... Recovery
from that would be longer than recovery from a @#$% pitocin drip plus
episiotomy.) I'm hoping it happens sooner rather than later.
My back is sore pretty much all the time, just a matter of where it's
sore and how sore. My belly is rather large, the babies seem to just
keep *growing*. (I'm desperately hoping that the larger one isn't as
big as Sammy was.) Last night, I didn't get anywhere near enough sleep,
because I didn't to go to sleep until the football game was over and
then both babies decided that 4:30-6AM would be a really good time to
party.
The weirdest thing, though, was on the way back from the doctor, Dan had
the car stereo playing a CD, and it included "Virginia Woolf" by the
Indigo Girls, and normally, if I start singing along with that, I'm in
tears by the end. I wasn't. I mentally went through a few other songs
that would normally have me in tears, and I think the *only* song that
would do it right now is that one that Paul Simon did for the "Wild
Thornberrys" movie.
I'd just like for this to be over, but I'm guessing I'm not going into
labor today. (Which means that it's not all that likely I can give my
father-in-law more grandchildren for his birthday tomorrow.)
On the bright side, if I do end up being induced in 10 days, the babies
may share a birthday from their soon-to-be uncle, depending on what time
I'm induced and how long it takes.
Julia
_______________________________________________
http://www.mccmedia.com/mailman/listinfo/brin-l
