Thirty-Nine Weeks

Anytime now, Baby Girl. Anytime.

I'm getting pretty anxious for our little one's arrival... mostly because I'm not sure how much longer the doctors are going to let me go. I'm still praying that I'll go into labor naturally, but induction is brought up EVERY time I go to the hospital now. Which is every other day at the moment. It's really weighing on me. I absolutely hate that my chart has gestational hypertension written in it. I'm blessed that I've had such a easy pregnancy so far, but this diagnosis is so frustrating because I feel so good. I don't mind being pregnant and I really don't want to force it to be over.

I'm glad that our baby girl is happy and comfortable and doesn't want to come out quite yet. It would just be best for the both of us if she decides to come sooner than later. Until then, every other day I go to the hospital for pre-eclampisa labs and a NST. The last two times they've also checked baby girl's growth and fluid levels. Her growth is right on target and her fluid levels are awesome. She aways passes her NSTs with no problem. My labs keep on coming back perfect. I always can bring my blood pressure down into normal range with some relaxation, but the doctors only seem to care about the first blood pressure they take when I get there, which is always high. I don't have any other symptoms. When we're done and waiting to be discharged from L&D we always get pestered about inducing because baby girl is full term.

I have an appointment with my midwife tomorrow. I'll interested to see how she feels about the fact that we've declined induction at this point. Perhaps she'll agree with the doctors. Who knows.

I'm just trying my best to relax and stay positive.

My Mother's Day was wonderful, we had breakfast and then I took a nap. Right after I woke up Michael came strolling in the door straight from the bookstore with a book I've been wanting to get for a while now. And a piece of cheesecake. Red velvet cheesecake. :)

Someone said I didn't make the cut off for Mother's Day this year. I understand their reasoning, but Michael and I are already making some really tough parental decisions and the statement kind of hurt my super-hormonal-pregnant-feelings. We could have chosen to induce and could have brought baby girl into the world by last Sunday. We're doing the hard part without any of the good stuff. Being a parent is so much more than bringing a child into the world.

Family picture anyone?

This could quite possibly be my last post with Baby Girl my belly.