Okay, so I'm not seriously thinking that I can schedule my baby's arrival. That's one of the obvious things out of your control for which you sign up when you become pregnant. However, I find no harm in positive thinking. And I REALLY need some positive thinking this week! I found out this morning that my midwife needs to have some minor surgery done next Monday... two days after my estimated due date. She will be out for 1-2 weeks after that, meaning that if I go until labor during that window of time, I'm SOL for having her attend the birth. I guess I need to be thinking positively whatever the outcome is, but I would really like to believe that this baby loves me enough to either a.) arrive by Monday or b.) hold off until the 31st. Being that the 31st is dangerously close to an induction (but don't get me wrong, I will gladly take that chance if it means my midwife is there!), I hereby declare my new fantasy birth date to be this Thursday, March 17, at 1:00pm (and that has nothing to do with the fact that it's St. Patrick's Day)! But any time around there is good, too.
Just please, sweet little one, if you care at all about Momma's well-being (and your own), PLEASE come soon! I will give you whatever you want. ;)
So aside from all that, things are fine. I have been feeling contractions here and there... some stronger than others but nothing timeable. If you know anything about prostaglandins and where they are found at their best, you will know that Matt is going to be a very happy man this week. Sorry, TMI.
Fundal height: 39
Heart rate: 140's
Weight: Don't even go there.
Heart burn: As terrible as ever.
Pee: Too frequently.
Sleep: Almost nonexistant.
Sciatica: A pain in the (literally) rear.
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