I spent most of the day today getting ready for tomorrow (having baby Ava). I cleaned the house top to bottom (which ins't easy when you're me, lately). I vacuumed, dusted, mopped all the floors, did all the laundry, laid out clothes for the kids for the next few days so Matt wouldn't have to wonder if they matched (he kinda gets stressed about that), and ironed (yes, I even ironed!). I have Baby Ava's bag all ready, carseat ready, I started to get my stuff together. I sent notes to Chloe's school and let Port's teachers know that I would be having the baby on the 16th and that grandparents would be bringing him and picking him up. We talked to the grandmas over the weekend and got everything all situated. Everthing set in motion, coming along nicely.
Then, the wrench.
Last week when I went to the dr., he did his normal exam that he does on someone at 38 weeks, and told me I was nowhere! Not a huge surprise to me. I haven't ever been anywhere close to labor outside of the hospital, really. Which is why inducing works best for us. So last week he said that hopefully I would progress a little between then and this week, and hopefully we could induce on the 16th. Given my history, I knew progress didn't have to be significant to warrant an induction on the 16th, so I was pretty sure that everything was a go-but still keeping next week in the back of my mind. So today, he let me know that tomorrow would just be too early. He didn't think my body was anywhere near ready, and also showed me my chart and a few dates that really didn't show that tomorrow would be the best choice for induction. We decided that next week (the 21) would be best.
I was sad. I cried (of course). I tried not to cry in his office, but I did a little. He told me he was sorry and gave me a hug and said that this would be the best thing for baby and I. Ok, ok, I get that and he's right, but I was so looking forward to tomorrow! I wanted so much to meet this baby girl and to NOT be pregnant anymore! Words can't express the disappointment I felt today-for so many different reasons. All the hard work all day-for nothing, having to go to bed pregnant for another week, Matt having to re-rearrange his work schedule, my parents having to do the same thing, having to tell the kids that the plans I've been telling them for a week have now changed-again. When I got home, Chloe took one look at my face and said "the 21st?" She was a little disappointed too. Portie didn't think it was a big deal, but he did get me a glass of water and tell me that the dr. says I should drink water, and Bubb just said "Mamma sad??" and he came and laid on me.
BUT, On the not-as-dark-side...
I do get to go to Chloe's Spring program Thursday night, Matt can play in a couple of b-ball tournaments this weekend, Cooper will have a chance to get completely over his cold before baby gets here, and most importantly, baby sister will have some extra time to get ready.
So we're all set up for the 21st. I don't even see my dr. again, I just go right to the hospital early that morning. It'll be ok. I realize how dumb this whole thing sounds, but I feel like I might appreciate this post in the future.
In other news...
Port's been asking for a movie night for about a week. He wanted popcorn and hot chocolate. We finally did it tonight-it was going to be our little fun night together before baby Ava came and we were separated for a few days, but we still did it and all the kids seemed to love it. We watched Toy Story 2 with his little buzzes and Chloe's Lanie doll.
