It occurred to me last night that I am not really explaining myself very well these days...I re-read my posts from yesterday and it sounds as though I am super anxious for this baby to get here, and am really mad at my ob/gyn for giving me news I didn't want to hear. That's not what I meant, and if it came off that way, my apologies. I guess blogging while angry is never a good idea.
Instead, I am frustrated re: the lack of communication between both doctors. It's like Dick is saying, "Run - now!" and George is saying, "Huh? Chill, friends." It's like, start. Stop. Start. Stop. I mean, Brian didn't play golf last Saturday because we were both consumed with the fear that my water would break while he was on the 13th hole and I wouldn't be able to contact him. He cleared his schedule for this week at work, including finding substitutes for court hearings and an arbitration. This is a lot to coordinate, and it's not something we want to continue doing for the next 3-4 weeks. But we did it because Dick gave us such a grave warning last week. Only to walk into George's office yesterday and be met with his wide-eyed nonchalance. Which, honestly, makes both Brian and I want to start pulling our hair out and scream, "Someone, please, make up your mind!"
I really, really don't want our baby to come until AFTER August 15th; right now, he is still pre-term. I'd like this child to stay in as long as possible, God-willing. I'm excited to meet the little tyke, but don't want him to come before he is ready.
So, the real frustration isn't trying to predict when this child is coming - no one can predict that, and while I may be slightly crazy right now, I know I'm not delusional - but instead, being told conflicting information from two men who clearly have different ideas about our child will come into this world. This has been going on for months now - it started with the automatic c-section v. natural birth debate re: the fibroid, and now has just continued. Can I call a summit or something to get everyone on the same page? I'm feeling this need to mediate the situation.
Anyways, thanks to everyone on the tips to speed up labor, but as for right now, I'm actually fine being pregnant. I think I'm 'doctor-ed' out, that's all.
Instead, I am frustrated re: the lack of communication between both doctors. It's like Dick is saying, "Run - now!" and George is saying, "Huh? Chill, friends." It's like, start. Stop. Start. Stop. I mean, Brian didn't play golf last Saturday because we were both consumed with the fear that my water would break while he was on the 13th hole and I wouldn't be able to contact him. He cleared his schedule for this week at work, including finding substitutes for court hearings and an arbitration. This is a lot to coordinate, and it's not something we want to continue doing for the next 3-4 weeks. But we did it because Dick gave us such a grave warning last week. Only to walk into George's office yesterday and be met with his wide-eyed nonchalance. Which, honestly, makes both Brian and I want to start pulling our hair out and scream, "Someone, please, make up your mind!"
I really, really don't want our baby to come until AFTER August 15th; right now, he is still pre-term. I'd like this child to stay in as long as possible, God-willing. I'm excited to meet the little tyke, but don't want him to come before he is ready.
So, the real frustration isn't trying to predict when this child is coming - no one can predict that, and while I may be slightly crazy right now, I know I'm not delusional - but instead, being told conflicting information from two men who clearly have different ideas about our child will come into this world. This has been going on for months now - it started with the automatic c-section v. natural birth debate re: the fibroid, and now has just continued. Can I call a summit or something to get everyone on the same page? I'm feeling this need to mediate the situation.
Anyways, thanks to everyone on the tips to speed up labor, but as for right now, I'm actually fine being pregnant. I think I'm 'doctor-ed' out, that's all.
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