Had my last midwife appointment this morning. I lost 2 lbs! Are you kidding me? This is hilarious. My body is reacting so differently to this pregnancy. With Rory I steadily gained weight until the very end. Now I'm losing it during the weeks I eat the most. You won't hear me complaining.
Barring a natural start to labor within the next few hours, I will be induced tomorrow morning. Brad and I check in at Saint Luke's South Hospital at 7:30 am. They'll break my water and send us on a walk around the hospital to see if that will coax some real contractions. If after a couple hours nothing has started, I'll get a Pitocin cocktail. Hopefully by tomorrow afternoon we'll have met baby Anderson.
I'm very at ease at least knowing by tomorrow I'll be in some sort of labor. This waiting has been brutal and I really did want to avoid being induced...we even thought about asking to postpone that fate for a few days. However, in the end we both decided we really wanted to meet this little guy/girl, and we are in good hands with the midwives. She reassured me that she is not on a timeline. She's not going to shock my system with Pitocin just so I'll have this baby in a timely manner. They know my goals for the delivery and want the same for me.
Rory will spend the night with the Lockards tonight. The next time I see her she'll be a big sister. Hopefully these raging hormones will keep me from blubbering like an idiot when we drop her off. Please pray for her in this transition. I really believe she'll be okay, but I also know this will rock her world.
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