So today I am getting induced. We had a scare on Friday night that ended up in us going up to the hospital (everything is fine though!), and when she checked me, I mentioned that I was getting induced today, and she said that my cervix is pretty thin, so it probably wouldn’t take much. I was apparently about 1 cm dilated and 70% effaced, just like I was at my doctor’s appointment on Monday.
In a way, being induced makes me sad. It’s almost like my body has “failed” at doing what is one of the most natural things a woman’s body does: give birth. Call me a romantic, but I always imagined that I’d wake up in the middle of the night (you know, because it’s more dramatic that way) with my water broken and contractions rolling on their own. I wanted to have a natural, vaginal birth. But with how big he’s looking, there doesn’t seem to be much hope of that. Coupled with the fact that I’m probably going to be put on Pitocin, it lowers the chances even more.
In another way, it’s exciting and good, because it allows me to basically have a “baby appointment”. I can shower, shave, have everything together, etc, and I come in at a certain time, and things roll on. Then again, I know that it’s not going to be like,
8:00 Apply gel
9:30 Contractions start
I know that we’ll still be running on the baby’s schedule….and this little jigger doesn’t seem to be in any hurry at all!
Well I am nervous beyond words….I mean, after months of waiting, I know that I will FINALLY meet my baby either today or early tomorrow (God forbid if it takes longer than that! Ugh!). That’s scary!
But I have to go now….fingers crossed!