Well, my appointment showed I had progressed to....
And the little guy still hadn't budged down one tiny bit.
All that walking and the kid hadn't budged.
Even though I still have some time before I absolute HAVE to do it, it was time to start talking about the possibility of being induced.
Phil and I took a Bradley Method birth classes a few months ago. For those of you not familiar with the Bradley Method (also called Husband coached childbirth) it basically teaches that you should avoid unnecessary medical inventions when it comes to giving birth. As someone who is eager to avoid an epidural and/or c-section, this is right up my alley.
I'm not sure where my fear of the epidural and c-section come from. Maybe it is because I feel like I've had enough stuff done to my body lately. My last body scan had me laying on a curved board for over an hour, during which I lost the feeling in my arms and legs and it FREAKED me out. I did not like the feeling one bit. I felt a little trapped in my own body. The idea of having that done with an epidural just doesn't sound appealing I guess.
I'm not saying I'm going to have a natural childbirth. I have no idea what childbirth will feel like and whether or not I will be able to handle the pain well or have the energy to sustain a long labor. But I wanted to make sure I had all the tools possible to give me a fighting chance. And I reserve the right to change my mind at any point, without judgement. :)
Anyway, "induction" is kind of a dirty word in the Bradley arena. It's not as bad as episiotomy which is basically another word for "the devil" but it is spoken with a bit of distaste in the mouth. I think everyone is aware that Pitocin can be a bit of a game changer.
So a small part of me cringes a little at the idea of being induced. But since this child is currently planning on starting his first day of preschool in my womb, it is a reality. And we kind of decided that if we set an induction date, then we probably wouldn't need it (Murphy's Law).
I will be 41 weeks and 1 day.
I feel like that is long enough to be pregnant. I will have given it the good college try when it comes to getting this baby out naturally. My dues will have been paid. If the other women in my Bradley class want to judge, too bad because they have ALL had their babies already (insert jealous screams and crying fits).
Now that we have a date set, I feel so much better. While the thought of having to be pregnant another 9 days kind of makes me want to cry, it also gives me 9 days to get him out on my own. And it gives me 9 more days to get mentally prepared for what an induction could entail. Get into a zen-like place.
I'm off to meditate.
9 more days, TOPS.
PS - Any comments about how awful inductions are and should be avoided like the plague are NOT welcome. Seriously... why would you think I would want to hear that at this point?