Baby is still in there. She's apparently like her mother, she likes a plan. In her mind she's in there saying, "look... I know you want me to come out and meet you, but the plan was for me to show up on July 17th. Therefore, you all need to just GET WITH THE PROGRAM! I'm sticking with the plan people! Don't ask me to deviate if I don't have to."
This is so me. I'm a big fan of a plan, a schedule if you will. I like time lines and break downs. I'm not overly anal about organization or anything. But I little order gives me a lot of comfort. This wondering when is nerve racking, but that is how labor works I suppose. There are a few days that would not exactly be good for her to decide to come this week. So I'm sure those are the days it will happen. That's usually how it happens to me. It's like the universe's way to drive me... Mrs. Planner, crazy. It's trying to get me to loosen up by force.
There was some discussion about inducing last weekend. Yes, it would have been fabulous for the planner in me, but I was very torn about it, and decided against. There were tears and guilt/angst as to whether or not to do it. There wasn't a reason besides convenience for inducing. And I know that everyone has their own opinion as to whether or not to induce, but a part of me wants to try to experience this the way it should be naturally (with drugs given at the hospital of course). You feel labor pains and contractions, your water breaks, etc. As a woman and a mother I want to give myself a shot at having that experience. If it doesn't happen, it doesn't happen. If I start going over my due date, if I have some sort of reason (blood pressure, enormous baby, what ever medical necessity), then I wouldn't be so unwilling.
Therefore... I'll be in court working tomorrow and possibly Friday and we will all just be wanting for Margaux.
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