How far along: Forty weeks, two days STILL pregnant. But who’s counting, right?
Everything else is exactly the same as last week, so I’m just going to give a little update. At my doctor’s appointment on Thursday, I decided to let her check me again even though it’s really uncomfortable and doesn’t actually tell you anything about when you’ll have the baby. The results were: 2cm dilated, 80% effaced (she originally said 70%, but when I expressed surprise that the number had gone backward, she said it was just a guess and would just keep it at 80% on my chart), and the baby’s head (which she could feel) is at a -1.
My midwife seemed pretty confident that the baby would come at some point this week, so she recommended that I go ahead and take my maternity leave starting this week. She explained that exhaustion was the enemy of natural birth, so I was more likely to have the energy to labor for as long as I needed to if I took the time to rest and take as many naps as I wanted. It took me a while to think about it and be ok with scheduling my leave, but I decided it made sense and would make things easier on work if I could tell them exactly how long I’d be gone, too.
She told me and Allan that if we wanted to urge the baby along, I could chug 2oz of castor oil mixed with orange juice (chased with a Reese’s cup, or in my case, a little brownie) first thing in the morning, on an empty stomach. After about an hour, I could eat some toast, which I did. I felt fine for the first two hours or so, but then I proceeded to get sick as a dog for the rest of the day. Not. Fun. And, most importantly, still no baby! It just made me crampy and miserable.
I’m trying really hard to just relax and enjoy some time off before the baby comes, but our future pediatrician warned me that every day past the due date felt like three weeks, and he was totally right. Any day now, Baby Bear!