I got a phone call from my doctor’s office telling me that since I was about three years overdue, they would induce me on October 23. I should be at the hospital at 6am ready to go.
“That’s great, but you can’t get me in any sooner?” (Because, you know, isn’t this just like getting a haircut?)
“No, but don’t worry. Your baby looks great in the ultrasound. Estimating about 7 and 1/2 pounds and everything looks healthy.”
Seven and a half pounds, you say?
How ’bout nine pounds ten ounces?
The doctor told me as he was signing my discharge papers, “Next time, we won’t wait this long to induce.”
If I had known enough at the time, I would’ve said, “You won’t need to wait next time because I may or may not decide that my contractions are worse then they actually are, and I may or may not demand that my husband drive me to the hospital in the middle of the night on the due date because in my head this baby meets the deadline.”
But that’s a story for an early November day. Today, we’re talking about a soon-to-be five year old and the fact that we were so happy to meet all nine pounds ten ounces of her on October 23.
Plus, I was excited to be able to tie my shoes again.
holy cow, i love that picture of hadley.
That pictures is TO DIE FOR. Love love love it
a) Sick. You are one of those people that can be very pregnant and still be cute.
b) Annika was 13 days overdue, so I might be exaggerating some contractions myself if that ever happens again.