Of course, he could still come anytime before then. Next week we have a full moon and this week there is a low pressure front coming through Atlanta, both of which are supposed to cause women to go into labor. (Midwife Wendy says she doesn't believe in the full moon having an effect, but she said lots of women start to go into labor when there are big swings in barometric pressure.) I think Sprout is holding out, though. Contrary to what most babies do, he seems to be moving up and not down. He is doing some moving around, though, and I carry a small hope that he is trying to turn. For some part of the day, he is usually at a horizontal position across my abdomen, rather than the crooked little line with his head under my right ribs. Last night as I was sitting at my desk, I could see his behind come up my left side. Head only came down a little, so it might just be wedged in there too tight.
As wrote earlier, I wasn't excited about having a c-section on Wednesday. One of the reasons why is because I would only have a few days off from work and then - wham - I'm a mom and my life changes forever. It just didn't seem like enough time. I felt rushed to finish some things I wanted to do and still rest and still go out on a last child-free date with Aaron. I had appointments for Monday and Tuesday and it was all a lot faster than I wanted. Another reason is that I wanted Sprout to be born as close to his due date as possible and as close to the time that he is ready to be born. When I spoke to Midwife Judith about scheduling the c-section, she said she would try for March 17 or even March 20. Hence, part of my disappointment to find out it would be sooner. Since I got the message from the practice that the surgery was for Wednesday, I have been trying to get in touch with them as to why it was for an earlier date. I got ahold of Wendy finally today and she was very apologetic.
There had been a misunderstanding on the part of the third midwife, Midwife Mary Jane. She thought they wouldn't do procedures on Friday and none of them wanted to let me go past Sprout's due date. So, that made it for Thursday. The doctor on rotation for Thursday has a broken ankle, though, and they are not scheduling surgeries for that day. So, Mary Jane told Wendy to schedule it for Wednesday. But, Wendy didn't know I wasn't happy with that AND she knew that it could be scheduled for Friday. Quick phone call to the hospital today and the last possible time for Sprout's arrival is now Friday, March 17 at 1 PM. I just bought that kid two more days to get his work done!
I feel much better about this day, relieved really, even if it is just 2 extra days. I also feel good about speaking up with my care providers and being an advocate for myself and Sprout. I did promise Wendy that in exchange for the date change I would be a good obedient patient, meaning that if I think labor is starting I will go into the hospital immediately and let them perform the c-section. So, they feel better that I'm not going to try and skip out on surgery (which I wasn't planning on....only daydreaming about). And I feel better about being able to keep my appointment for a massage, pedicure, and manicure for the middle of next week. Now, if I could just find tickets to the Prince concert on Wednesday night -- which I know would flip the baby -- then everything would be perfect.
The blog is boring without pictures. Here is a picture of me with Mrs. Mitchell, a hostess for my school shower two weeks ago. It's a little embarrassing, but you can see where I dropped food on my voluminous belly. I've ruined at least two shirts recently to items being attracted to the gravitational pull of the belly. Also, if you haven't please review the comments from my last entry. Trish has written a song for the baby to motivate him to turn that is really well done! It even has a rhyme scheme. Now, if I could just sing, maybe we would have some better luck!
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