Thought I’d pop in to say no baby yet. Important issues going on in the world right now, and I can’t even think about them. Just so disappointed in my country.
On the baby front, some cute stories. Mary made a jelly sandwich today – two slices of bread and half a jar of blackberry jam. She got halfway through and then couldn’t eat any more. Go figure. She brought it to me and said that “the baby” needed the rest of the sandwich. I don’t know where she gets this, since I never say I’m eating for two or any of that nonsense. I told her I would ask the baby, but she bent down to my stomach and asked for me. The answer was yes, of course. I had a bite, but that’s all I could manage. I like blackberry jam, but there’s a limit.
The nice thing about midwives is how many things that really aren’t necessary become optional, instead of “how things are done.” With every doctor/group I went to, by week 38 or so, they wanted to check you internally for effacement and dilation. And since I generally went to 41.8 weeks, I had to endure this procedure 3 or 4 times with the exact same results: about 2 – 3 cm and very very soft, but not effaced. Always. I have prodromal labor, which means, for me, that I can feel my cervix efface. I’ll have contractions that are relatively mild, about 30 minutes apart and lasting 20 to 30 seconds or so – for hours and hours and hours: like 12. I even did this with my one induction (Katie) where I had pitocin administered and after hours of that was finally effaced fully, but not any more dilated than when I walked in the door. Once I efface, dilation moves along more rapidly, though. It’s just the way my body is.
Anyway, with my last pregnancy, I never once had an internal exam before I was in active labor. It was refreshingly wonderful to have someone tell me that I was 7 cm (and fully effaced). Last Friday at my appointment, the midwife asked if I wanted an internal exam. I declined. I knew, having had very few BH contractions, that there would be nothing to get excited about.
I have another appointment tomorrow, and I told Bill I was debating having an internal exam. I have been having some BH contractions, and I’m more interested in having this baby soon-ish. Last week, I wasn’t interested at all. He asked what the pros/cons were to being checked, secretly wondering if I had bizarre anti-information tendencies. He believes that knowledge is power, so why would I not want as much data as possible?
“Well, I have to take my clothes off, for one thing,” I explained, “and then I have to have someone stick their finger up inside me to feel my cervix. That would be the main “con” to being checked. Would you like to have someone check your prostate weekly?”
And with that perspective, my husband decided that the price of knowledge was certainly worth weighing the benefit and the actual “power” obtained. I guess I’ll decide tomorrow.
I spent the day on the phone with services and utilities that needed to be turned on/off. Tedious stuff. Frustrating, too. Over 2 years ago, I gave a deposit to the water company here. They went out of business, and didn’t tell the company that bought them out about that deposit. I was able to find a copy of my bank statement online with the canceled check marked “dep”, but I don’t have a printer, and don’t want to send an entire month’s bank statement to the water company. Anybody know how to copy a portion of a pdf file?
Oh, and the cable company which tried very hard to get me to transfer my service to my new address in Florida, told me that I had to turn in their equipment (one tiny little modem) at their office during normal business hours to cancel service. I could mail the modem, but they don’t recommend that, since it might get lost. I spent more time on hold with them than any other provider, only to be told I had to do it all in person anyway. I happily explained that this inconvenience would weigh heavily in my decision to use them at my new home.
And speaking of inconveniences, the boxspring on my newish mattress set broke. It is covered under warranty, and will be replaced, but I have to go down to the (not-so) local Sears, get a model number (under $250) and call them back with what I want. Since I spent the morning wrestling the mattress and boxspring to get a photo of the damage and the tag showing the model number, I’m pretty unhappy that they want me to do this legwork. I shall try calling the store tomorrow to see if this can be done without me making the 35-40 minute drive.
I’m also keeping busy with cleaning. I’ve done the refrigerator, inside and out. Most of the woodwork in the house has been scrubbed (by the kids). I re-strung several of the faux-wood blinds that had frayed (tedious tedious job) and replaced the mechanism that turns the slats open or closed (that was an easy and inexpensive repair). I’ve polished light fixtures and wiped cabinets.
With no school, minimal possessions, and little desire to stray far from home, it’s amazing how much one can accomplish in a day.
And still manage to take a nap.