The baby will be arriving this week. I can say that fairly confidently, since my labor will be induced sometime in the next couple of days, and if the induction doesn't work for some reason, I'm sure they'll convert to C-section. I'm sad that it has to happen like this (instead of waiting for labor to begin on its own), but with the gestational diabetes and my history of past pregnancy losses it's really necessary that I deliver before my due date.
I'm just grateful I've had such amazing care and support throughout the pregnancy. Marty has been so supportive over the last nine months, as we've gone through one of the most demanding experiences of our marriage. He's been like a rock. I've also been so fortunate to have the ongoing support of my friends, my mom, and both our families. And the flexibility of my supervisor and co-workers meant I could work for most of the pregnancy, which was great.
I've had excellent medical care, too, from the fertility center where it all got started, through all the support I had when learning how to manage the gestational diabetes, to the last couple of months of twice-a-week monitoring by my OB's nurses. Thanks to several trips to the hospital along the way, I also feel great about the pregnancy and birth center we're using. I know all of that support will continue as we go into this final phase, and I am so grateful for that, as well.
Still, for someone like me, who likes to know what's going to happen whenever I begin something new, it's unsettling not to know how things are going to go over the next few days. That scares me. But really, what woman does go into labor knowing how things are really going to go? In some ways, this uncertainty feels like the most normal part of my pregnancy.
I'm still around today, but Marty and I are sticking pretty close to each other now, and taking the hospital suitcase whenever we go out. Just in case the big adventure begins. So stay tuned for news. It shouldn't be too much longer.
