Status Report - ONE Day to Go!

Tomorrow is our due date. There are 10 or so signs of impending labour, of which I have had precisely ZERO. There are also many "natural" ways suggested to bring on labour, and I have tried them all - to no avail. If I could get her out using sheer force of will alone, she'd be sitting beside me on the couch right now. OK, not sitting, but you know what I mean.

She's got three more days to get out on her own or I'll be induced because of the risk of calcification of the placenta in gestational diabetes patients. It's been 9 months of anxiety with all kinds of complications and stress and worry, and as much as I wanted a natural, intervention-free pregnancy, I'm kind of relieved it's soon to be over. Motherhood is the next phase, and I'm looking forward to it with fear and excitement.

Status Report - 21 Days to Go!

FULL TERM! This kid is full term! Anything from here on out is straight-up FREELOADING. It's time for this kicky little baby to make her own way in the world. Yes, her. At last week's ultrasound, even *I* could see that those are girly bits.

Dear Maggie,

You have spent more than enough time punching me in the bladder. Get out.

Love,
Mommy

More on her Grand Debut later...

Status Report - 31 Days to Go!

The due date is exactly one month away today. A maximum of one month until this wriggly little kicker gets her eviction notice. The 3rd trimester fatigue is reaching a peak, and furious nesting activities do little to help with the battle. I have two more weeks at work and then I'm free to spend all the time my heart desires washing and scrubbing and sorting and clearing. God help me, I'm excited by this prospect.

I have started drinking red raspberry leaf tea, taking evening primrose oil, and walking everywhere I can. None of these things will trigger labour in a body that's not ready to go on its own so it's not like I'm wishing pre-term delivery on her, but helping the body to prepare for such a major undertaking can never be a bad thing.

The big booming kicks have become more subtle (and gross) wriggles as she has run out of room in there. I have a Biophysical Profile (Medical-ese for a really fancy ultrasound) on Tuesday morning so I will have one final, last ditch opportunity to see if this kid will allow their gender to be 100% confirmed. We're still only 75% sure it's a girl, and given the amount of pink stuff and frilly dresses I have received as gifts, even if it is a boy it's going to be a cross-dresser for a little while.

Soon this parasite will no longer live IN me, it will just move to the outside and spend 18 years living OFF me. Excited? Hell yes. Now if you'll excuse me, I must go wash baby blankets. Again.