We saw the baby doctor on Wednesday. After the awful personal exam I now get to experience weekly, she declared I was 50% effaced but still dilated only one centimeter. She said that was good and normal, because usually first-time mothers efface before they dilate. And the baby was lower than last week. Dr. Lee said it could be this weekend ... or it could be another week and a half.
The contractions I'd been feeling on Monday and Tuesday faded by today, and I've taken to walking around the newsroom at least once an hour at my top speed of tortoise, and I'm considering a jog around the block each evening. If only I wasn't so tired that sleeping at the dinner table seems appealing.
During the exam of things that efface and dilate, Dr. Lee touched the baby's head. Yes. Really. I'm filing that under Things I Didn't Know Would Be Possible.
The LG reacted with what I imagine was startled surprise of the "what is THAT" variety. The baby moved his or her head away from this odd object, which pushed back and buttocks out the left of my uterus and sent legs and feet shooting out to the right side, and left me on the exam table looking like an extra in "Alien" and considering kicking our sweet doctor right in the head.
I wonder if that violation of personal space left the LG thinking, I'll stay here awhile longer, thank you. It was that, or listening to President Bush's last news conference. Baby's waiting for the new guy.
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Have the doc "strip the membranes". This sent me into labor all 3 times, even though it is a supposed wives' tale.
Seriously...I'm Crosssing. My. Legs. FOREVER. Good job :)
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