Don’t get excited; I’m still pregnant. With no end in sight, it seems. Apparently my womb is just so darn hospitable that Alessandro wants to spend a 10th month in there. I have tried evicting him, but he’s not into it. I mean, I actually give him pep talks on the daily about how much more room he would have to move, and things like this. And I get nothing. Bleh.
Now that I’m actually really over my due date, I feel I have the right to complain. If I saw progress occurring, maybe I would feel better, but literally nothing has changed. I haven’t had strong contractions in a couple weeks, I feel basically the same as I did two weeks ago. Except maybe more tired now. I went to the doctor Friday for a visit, and of course, they just did fetal monitoring. They’re really into that here. In fact, until today, it’s the only thing they’ve done to me since 35 weeks. Lovely. I know the baby’s heart is beating, I can feel him move. I want to know if any progress is being made. But I’m asking too much it seems.
Anyways, today I finally got more monitoring, but also an ultrasound. My amniotic fluid levels are getting low, so they’re finally putting some urgency on the issue at hand. I really was starting to think they would just let me be pregnant forever here. But now, I have to go back again tomorrow for more of the same, plus a membrane sweep. I’m hoping against all hope that kick-starts things, because I really don’t want to be induced. I can’t explain why; I just feel like a scheduled delivery is so unnatural for a process that’s supposed to be natural. I know it may have to happen; in fact they told me that next Sunday was the absolute latest I could wait. I’m going to ask tomorrow if they can move that to Friday, simply because we have an appointment at the US embassy on the following Wednesday which we really need to make in order to get Alessandro’s US citizenship, plus all the other paperwork that needs to be done. Dual citizenship ain’t easy.
Sorry to not really have anything more interesting to talk about, but this is kind of dominating my thoughts right now, and since people were asking, it seemed like an update was in order. So, how am I doing? I’m tired, uncomfortable, slightly in pain, and terribly impatient; but I’m fine. And so is Baby. He’s just a little too comfortable.
So here’s hoping that for real my next post is on the other side of things. If you have time, say a little prayer that Alessandro gets a move on; Momma’s over this.
Ciao for now,
Kathleen
No comments:
Post a Comment