“How much of human life is lost in waiting.” - Ralph Waldo Emerson
It seems that the waiting is not over for us, yet. At today's doctors appointment I learned that not only has Michael not done much at all in the last week, but I have acquired a brand spanking new UTI. Doctor: You have lost 2 pounds, and you have blood and protein in your urine. Actually, you have a UTI. Have you been eating? Me: Uh, yeah, eating definitely has not been a problem for me. Doctor: Oh, have you been drinking water? Me: Ummm, yeah, I've been making sure to drink that from time to time.
Also found out that my doctor decided to go ahead and be on vacation from now until January 8th, which is a major frickin' bummer. What the heck! I'm not mad that she is on vacation, but I'm a little irritated that I had to find out from the receptionist. I really was hoping she would deliver my child, but now it will just be whatever Doctor happens to be on call that night. My doctor did leave instructions to go ahead and induce me at 39 weeks, so I have one last ultrasound on Monday to check for growth and position. Then the final wait begins. APPARENTLY there are doctors out there that will induce women at 39 weeks just so they can get a tax break. WHAT?!?!? Then you have me, with sumo baby, and I'm going to have to compete with these women for an induction. They said they are going to put me on the schedule as fast as possible, but they can't guarantee that they will be able to get me in on Monday for sure.
So - what does it all mean? I guess it means that I'd be much better off just going into labor on my own. How does December 27th sound to everyone?