|I Google-imaged "late baby" and this image came up. I don't know what to make of it, but obviously it needed to be posted.|
"Your baby's head is right there!" exclaimed the ob/gyn on Friday. Since I see different doctors in the practice I pointed out that the baby's head has been "right there" for the better part of a month now. "But you're about 75% effaced as well!" Look, lady, I was like that last week. And the week prior.
Then my mother, who had both me and my sister early (and was resolute when she said I was absolutely going to have this kid early as well), said she was doing some research on late babies, and 1) that our baby was surely going to have a cone-head because he/she has been deep in my pelvis for so long, and 2) "you know that the later they get the bigger they get, right? And then sometimes they can't get them out."
Thank you mom!
I've tried everything to evacuate this kiddo:
1) Dutifully watching YouTube videos on pressure points that supposedly stimulate labor and having Matt be my personal masseuse.
2) Sex (having sex to try to get a baby out is about as equally fun as having sex trying to get a baby in, let me tell you that, particularly because it's often at 4 am when I can't sleep and Matt is awoken from deep slumber - hehehe).
3) Walking (this really only helps with the baby "dropping", but mine has been as low as it can go for a month)
4) Jumping up and down like a banchee
5) Making deals with baby, e.g. "If you come out now maybe I won't be so anti-video game." (Total lies, I will always be anti-video game.)
6) Taking the non-express train home from work hoping all the bouncing and shaking "will do something".
7) Crying and complaining
That's about it.
On Monday I have a non-stress test, which is just simple protocol for later babies, and monitors the baby's movements and heartbeat, ensuring everything is a-okay. At that time we'll schedule my induction, which will be sometime after Thanksgiving. I didn't think I'd be at Thanksgiving stuffed like a damn turkey, but there you go.
Matt is much more zen about the whole thing: "You had such an easy pregnancy and you should be happy our baby made it to full-term," he says. The only acceptable response to this is a death stare. Obviously.