Monday we went to the doctor to get a date. It was supposed to be the week of the 8th, so that I can get a transfusion before going into spontaneous labor. Well aparently something changed because the date is now February 15th! The OB said that the MFM recommended waiting until the 39th week and because of that she couldn’t legally induce sooner. I understand that the longer she bakes, the better things are for her health. And the pregnancy hasn’t gotten so bad that I’m dying for her to come out yet. It’s just that I like my planning…and when anything changes with my plans it freaks me out. If the week of the 15th had been the date all along, I would have no problem. But I don’t like things changing this late in the game.
In other news I have “dropped”. Saturday she actually turned head down for a few hours, but then turned back around. I thought it looked like she had dropped, but I wasn’t sure if it was possible to drop with a head up baby. The doctor confirmed that I had indeed dropped. And today I have cramping and lower pelvic pain that feels like she is going to fall out when I stand up or walk. I had always thought Bella was going to stay snuggled in the uterus until we induced, but now I am starting to wonder if she’ll come sooner than the 39 weeks. And that has me worried about what happens with the transfusion if I go into labor before the 15th. I should have asked the doctor this last week, but I was too shocked by the news of “another week” to ask questions.
I’ve also started this crazy over the top nesting thing. At night after work I feel like I’m on speed and have to get EVERYTHING done right now this second, can’t wait. I must wash everything and clean everything and organize everything. And did I already wash that? I think it should be re-washed. I was so excited for the 24 season premier. But I could not enjoy any of it. I was running around washing and folding and sewing and trying to watch Jack. Even a nuclear threat couldn’t keep me interested long enough to sit still.
And don’t get me started on the hospital bag. Every night I go through the list of necessities and take things out of the bag, put them back in to make sure I have it all. I go over the list again to be sure nothing was forgotten. And I find myself going over the list at night thinking I am forgetting something. I am fully expecting that when it is time to go to the hospital we forgot the entire perfectly packed hospital bag.
I feel like I am so ready for her, yet she is a world away. In my mind these 4 weeks that seperate us feel like 4 years. Isabella, I am just so excited to meet you!