My doctor appointment this morning was frenzied. Made slightly more complicated by insurance drama. Changing insurance companies in January while also having a baby planned in January is... stressful. But, I'm in a state of whatever about it now. It'll get sorted out. Hopefully.
Anyway, baby Durb sounds good, I'm told. Strong heartbeat. Measuring well from the outside. However, next Thursday, I'll be having a sono to take some final measurments. I'm not 100% sure why, but she wants to know how big he is. And that's cool with me. If I'm going to have a 10 pound baby, I'd like some forewarning. That kind of body devastation needs to be prepared for. :) She thinks he'll be roughly the same as the other two {7 lbs. 14oz and 7 lbs. 4 oz.}, but I guess she just wants to make sure? ::shrugs:: I don't know. I know I don't want a c-section. That's really all I care about. Although, hearing he's going to be 10 pounds might {will} change my mind.
Induction is scheduled!! Bright and early on a Monday morning. January 28th at 7am. I asked if they hated my husband. 7am? I'm no morning person. Monday? Mondays just SUCK anyway. And I remember this labor thing. Not fun. I remember being in labor with Trenton and the people around me had the nerve to SMILE whilst in my presence.
It pissed.me.the.f***.off. I was in immense pain and hormones were raging and they were just carrying about as if it were brunch. If I'd had laser eyes at the time, Trenton would have no one but me.
I predict Scott wants to kill me by 8:15 that morning. Sadly, I'll probably have already ended him with a speculum to the gut.
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