The Eviction Date is Coming

Ok, I take back what I said in the previous blog that my doc was not freaking about inducing me. I went to my 39-week check-up yesterday (sat), and was told that from the ultrasound, my amniotic fluid is trending low (it decreased from 10.47 in 38 weeks to yesterday's 8.52, whatever that means). I was ordered to go back for another check-up in 3 days to check on my "water" level. If it's 5 or below, my doc will probably schedule induction on Wednesday, which is 2 days before my due date!

I don't remember all this fluid checking back in the States when I was pregnant with Luke. Even when I was past due date, I only got hooked up on the CTG to monitor fetal movement and was scheduled for induction a week after due date. I definitely don't want an induction. What this means is that if induction is ordered on my next appointment, I may have to stand my ground and fight for a wee bit of extension (with safety of the baby in mind of course)...ugh!

I just really hate this dragging phase of the pregnancy. Now everywhere I go I see the "oh-my-god-she's-about-to-pop" expression on strangers' faces. I know I did that a million times to other pregnant ladies in the same situation, but the sentiment is definitely different when the roles are reversed. I also hate being greeted by my neighbors and nurses at my doctor's office with the "oh my, you are still around!" conversation starter. That only ends the conversation for me in my current impatient state of mind.

As you can tell, this waiting is starting to drive me nuts. My hospital bag is all packed for a week already, and I sort of regretted stopping work last week since now I feel that I have too much time on my hand. The only consolation I find now is to escape to my Jane Austen novel Emma and to infatuate myself with the world of finery, small talk, and romance. Sad.