So yesterday I had yet another OB appointment, which puts me at 40weeks 3days, according to them (I put my due date as the 26th way back when I found out I was pregnant, so we’ll see).
As expected we had the big “so now you’re overdue” talk. It was a fun talk (sarcasm), that started out with going back and forth over me not actually being over due until after 42 weeks. That bit of the conversation, while entertaining for me, was probably more frustrating than anything for him. As we progressed onward, he asked when I was hoping to have the baby.
After Christmas, of course. He’s glad I was “willing to let him have Chrstimas off” – What? My intention is to have the baby whenever she’s ready to come. If that’s 0′dark-thirty Christmas morning, then that’s when she comes. Although to be honest, he’s likely to remain safe and snug in his bed, because I have no real intention of utilizing his services for the birth.
So we’re both agreed that after Christmas is ideal for the both of us. But apparently he’s leaving for a week next Friday. So he’d like to see me “delivered” before then.
Open the induction talks.
Yes – with my history it’s entirely plausible I could still be pregnant when he gets back from his vacation, but he doesn’t want to leave me to the untender mercies of his partners.
Partners I haven’t met, and honestly could care less about. Apparently they’re anti-vbac though.
So, being a vbac, he wants to “gently” induce me next Wednesday. With pitocin. At least he didn’t offer cytotec…
He also wants to start with the NST/BPP tests. To be honest, at this point, I’m quite fed up with the whole thing, and I’m not inclined to go to any further appointments.
On the other hand, Dan’s finally seeing my point about this stupidity. I also inadvertantly gave him hope. I told him if I ever got pregnant again, I refuse to do the OB thing. So now he thinks there’s a chance for #8. Who knows. Maybe there is. I certainly never envisioned my last pregnancy full of OB scare tactics – especially not after the quiet peacefulness of my prevous 2 pregnancies.
The stupid thing about all of this is in an almost Stockholm Syndrome way, I find myself standing up for the OB to Dan. I do see where he’s coming from, and I understand why he’s doing what he is. Doesn’t mean I like any of it.
Sorry for the incohesive rambles. On top of the blood pressure raising induction talk, we were in an accident on our way home. Everyone’s fine but, now I have a new set of problems to stress over. Yay.
