Term Baby and Still With the Waiting

No baby yet.  He is officially considered full term, and both my midwife and I are surprised that he's still cooking.  "I didn't expect you to make it to this week's appointment," was the first thing she said to me yesterday.   Well, that made two of us (actually 4 of us, if you count my husband and sister who tagged along for fun).

I am just really, really uncomfortable.  It's difficult doing anything when just moving hurts.  (I know, I know, whine, whine, whine - other people have real problems.)  It's also difficult finding the energy to get motivated to do the stuff that need to be done, like laundry or housekeeping.  All of which we had "caught up" in anticipation of having a new baby at home, only to have to catch it all up again here in the next day or so, if he doesn't make his appearance.

Other than go to the doctor yesterday and pick up the boys from school, I didn't do anything.  Like, literally, nothing.  Except sit on the couch with my sister and time false labor contractions.  Oh, I did email my boss and tell her I'd like to go ahead and start my FMLA leave because I am hurting entirely too much to go sit at work for 4 of the next 5 days in 12 hour shifts.  I hope that decision doesn't come back to bite me in the butt if this kid actually decides to go to 40 weeks...

The midwife said I am basically sitting at the same place we were last week:  about 3 cm dilated, 70% effaced.  She also said he's now nearly fully engaged (which means his head is just about all the way down into the birth canal), and my cervix is soft and facing the front, which is apparently where it's supposed to be to get things started.  "We're teetering on the edge" of labor and just need that final push over...

Grand.

It occurred to me during last night's first bout with insomnia that if riding a camel to Bethlehem induced Mary to deliver baby Jesus, maybe I should look for a camel rental place around here somewhere...

Anyway, as you can tell, I'm having a hard time accepting the fact that this baby isn't the cut and dried 36 week water breakage delivery I've been planning for since my first positive pregnancy test.  It is conceivable, albeit unlikely, that he could go the full term, which means I could have 2 - 3 more weeks of this....and lose 2 - 3 of my already meager leave time from work.

BUT, as I said above, there are people with real problems in the world, and I am blessed to be awaiting a "blessed event," rather than something terrible, like a scary medical diagnosis or something.  I'm also blessed to have my Hubby and sister here to help me and commisserate appropriately with all my moaning and groaning.

Baby will be here eventually, and you better believe I'm going to tell him all about all the trouble he's caused.....after I'm done snuggling him, of course.