It seems as though Baby G is perfectly content where he's at. At this week's appointment, he still hasn't dropped enough to schedule an induction. I have mixed feelings about inducing - part of me wants to wait until he comes on his own because I will have a MUCH better chance at trying to go natural, sans meds. The other part of me is willing to induce because the longer we wait, the bigger he gets (he's predicted to be over 8 lbs), and because it's just nice to know exactly when he will exit my body.
We are now down to single digits if he comes on his D-Day. Most first babies are overdue, but most first babies also drop and get "in position" 2-4 weeks before they arrive. He has been head down for weeks, but he is still "floating" and not far enough down. At first I was disappointed after my appointment because it seemed that there wasn't really any progress since my previous check-up. Then I had to remind myself that he will come when he is good and ready AND that I should be thankful that I even have the wonderful pleasure of carrying him around.
I will confess that I have been feeling guilty lately when I come across other blogs of women who are so desperately trying to get pregnant. I also know of several people struggling with fertility issues, so when I have any frustrations that are indeed trivial I have to give myself a big kick in the pants and come back to reality.
Dear Baby G,
I cannot wait to hold you in my arms and to kiss your sweet face, fingers, and toes. I cannot wait to watch you with your daddy and to see what kind of man you grow up to be. I cannot wait for all things BOY. I cannot wait to be a soccer mom, to watch you play with Oliver, to take you camping, to see your smile ... this list is endless. I have known my whole life that I have always wanted to be a mom and that day is about to happen soon because of you.
I cannot wait.
Love,
Mama
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