Well, I never thought I'd make it to 41 weeks. Never. Ever. It's annoying that I'm still pregnant, but I know I should enjoy each and every second of this miracle. It'll more than likely be the last time I'm ever pregnant, so I need to cherish it.
I woke up really crampy today, having some contractions. I thought it might be a good thing. I spoke it, then it disappeared. Guess I won't be live-tweeting-my-birth! It seems like every time I say something about what might be happening, my uterus gets all shy on me. I did have an NST today, which was beautiful if I must say so myself.
I have another appointment on Monday with my midwife. I do "officially" have an induction scheduled for next Friday, when I'm 42 weeks. Part of me thinks I'll be doing the induction, part of me doesn't. At this point, I really have no idea. I'm thinking of having my midwife check me & maybe strip my membranes on Monday. Just want to give things a kick start....I don't know though.
It is quite satisfying to tell people my due date WAS last Friday and I don't know what I'm dilated to. I love it. I love that my midwife trusts me and my body so much. She's not getting worked up about anything. She wanted to know how long I was comfortable being pregnant. It's really quite empowering. Everyone should have the opportunity to receive care like I've received this pregnancy. It's amazing. And, I had a really really awesome OB when I was pregnant with my daughter. There's just something different about the way a midwife takes care of you...but that's a whole other post!