Baby Mama Drama

So still no baby. In fact, we currently have no baby and no doctor. Needless to say, we've been through a lot in the past week.

The doctor that I had transferred to down here turned out to be a nightmare. She wanted us to come in for an induction last week because our baby was measuring large, but she didn't want to answer our questions about why it needed to be done right then. She also made it very clear that after two days of trying, if my body didn't respond (which we were already pretty sure it wouldn't, since my body was not showing any signs of being ready) she would send me to a c-section. We realize that sometimes c-sections are necessary, but we felt like she was being quite premature, and she wasn't really answering any of the questions that we had.

She ended up yelling at us and accusing us of not being considerate of other people's schedules. She also lied to us multiple times. It really just seemed to us like since she was going to be at the hospital for the next few days, she just wanted to get us out of the way.

Anyway, we decided to give an induction a try, and we went in Tuesday night and stayed until Wednesday night. I had no progression but spent the day hooked up to an IV and a bunch of machines. The contractions weren't very fun either.

We felt uncomfortable staying another day but our doctor told us we weren't allowed to leave. We left anyway (with the blessing of the nurse and doctor on staff, who said we shouldn't have been bullied into anything)--we didn't want to be stuck in a position where she'd try to force us into a c-section.

So after dealing with this woman who apparently doesn't believe in parents' rights, we decided that we didn't want her to have anything to do with our baby. We want our son's birth to be a happy moment, and she makes us both feel very insecure and uncomfortable. Plus, if she yells at Ben again while I'm in the middle of labor, I can't be held accountable for what I'll do.

But basically, to make a long story short, we both still feel like we have made the right decisions all along. We just want to give my body a chance to do what it was built to do, plus we've never been fully convinced on the November 21st due date--December 1st seems much more in line with my progression. And if we still end up needing a c-section, at least we'll know we've done all we can.

So now we're just waiting. We are lucky to have great family to support us. Not to mention friends, ward members, and of course, family of family. My mom and brother are coming up this week to help out with everything, too. What's important is that our baby is healthy, showing no signs of stress, and we still have options. Oh, and we didn't have to stay in the hospital on Thanksgiving. Pie makes everything better.

T-minus 7 Days

And counting. With only a week left until my due date, I thought it might be a good idea to document this last little bit. Not that I'm very excited about showing off how I look at the moment (maybe I should have changed out of the sweats....), but I think someday I'll like to look back and see it. Like once I've instantly returned to my pre-pregnancy weight/shape after giving birth. Because that's how it works, right?

I also got a nice video of Baby kicking Mommy. He moves a lot--I think it's him saying he wants to get out. I say let him out now. Though I will miss feeling those kicks. Some of them anyway....

The Sound of Music

With eight days and counting until my due date, we're trying to get everything ready and take advantage of the last bit of baby-free time we have. Ben's been sick the past few days, so that mostly involves hanging out around the house, eating soup and taking naps. In the meantime, I just try to ignore the multiple comments a day I get about how miserable/huge I look (just a little advice--expectant mothers still have feelings).

We did make it to our favorite Eastern Market on Saturday, where we were entertained by this man (who reminds us both of Grandpa Fisher) and his musical abilities.

Since we live on a busy street not far from downtown, it's not uncommon for us to hear traffic and occasionally loud conversations. The performance we witnessed this afternoon was the best that we've seen on the street so far. This woman (or man, we couldn't really tell), walked up and down the street multiple times singing gospel tunes. The sound's not great, but you get the idea.

Halloween and Stuff

For those of you who pay attention to that little widget on the side that counts down until my due date, you will notice that it has magically jumped ahead 10 days. Yep, my due date is now November 21st. Which means only 3 more weeks until the little guy comes. I found a doctor downtown who will take me this late in the game, which means no more 35 minute commutes to the doctor, and no hour long trip to the hospital when I'm in labor. Yay.

On Friday we went to the Detroit Institute of Arts. Ben has been wanting to see the Diego Rivera mural for months, and he was very excited to finally see it.

They had all kinds of Halloween activities at the museum that night. We tapped into our inner spookiness and decorated these sugar skulls. You might be surprised to find out who decorated which one....

There was also a show with acrobats doing all kinds of crazy, flexible things on ropes and bars that make a round, pregnant woman like me who's about to tip over while sitting on the floor feel slightly ashamed.

Then of course, we carved pumpkins at home. We had a contest and voted, but it was a draw (though Ben claims I can't vote for myself and I claim the baby and I count for two votes--and he votes for me). This one's a little more obvious as to who did which one when you know that Ben has become obsessed with mustaches lately.