The Wait Continues

Ah baby, why won't you come out? I was really hoping that because I want to watch my show tonight you would decide to come out and foil my plans. But, no. I was at the doctor's office this morning and while I am a teensy-weensy bit dilated, the doctor wasn't optimistic. He suggested that I skip scheduling an office visit for next week and instead just plan to be induced on Wednesday morning if I haven't already delivered.

I have wrestled with the idea of inducing before. Both of the doctors I've seen here in Atlanta have offered to schedule and induction the first moment I met them, but I've always been more in favor of letting things happen naturally. My doc in Philly wouldn't even discuss an induction until I was two weeks overdue. Induction is associated with a higher risk of c-section, and anecdotal evidence points to a more intense (aka painful) delivery.

But we're going on our second straight week of near hundred degree temperatures, and there's no end in sight. I am beyond miserable going outside, but I'm getting stir crazy from staying inside all damn day. I keep trying to stay positive. To enjoy what may very well be my last pregnancy.

But the heat, my god, the heat.

Maybe this littler girl is smarter than I'm giving her credit for. Inside of me, it's probably only in the mid-nineties. Once she comes out, she's going to have to deal with this insane weather in person.