At my last OB appointment, I was 4 centimeters dialated and both my doctor and nurse thought that I wouldn’t make it to my next appointment. All weekend, my husband and I were pretty jittery with the anticipation of bringing our little Killian home! But… today was my next appointment and guess how far I’ve dialated. Let me just put it this way, I’m probably lucky that my son didn’t reach up and shut my cervix completely. Our little one is so stubborn that he didn’t even help me gain 1 more centimeter. But considering all of the snow here (Anchorage is just 3 inches away from breaking our all time snow record), I don’t blame him for wanting to stay in where it’s nice and warm. And I’ll admit, I’m enjoying having the inner heater as well. But I’d much rather some cute little newborn snuggles.
The new plan is to see my doctor on Tuesday (if I’m still pregnant) and since I’ll be so close to 40 weeks, he’d like to break my water. I had been told from a doula friend that breaking your water is not a good idea. I’ll have to do some research but honestly… at this point, my hubs and I are both completely willing to have it done! He wants to finally hold our son and I’m just tired of walking like an OG… though I’m sure it’s hilarious to watch the way my achey hips make me strut to the bathroom in the middle of the night.
Today was sort of my last day at work. I’m hoping that with the added relaxation I’ll be able to destress. And with destressing, maybe my body will start to get into labor-mode and we can get closer to introducing this little one to the world. Fingers are still crossed for St. Patrick’s Day, but it’s very comforting to know that within a week we’ll be up all night for a whole new list of reasons.