Ugh, so I’ve still not gone into labour and now it’s a day and a half until my induction. How did it come to this? If it wasn’t for my husband, I would wait it out until 42 weeks but he has been badgering me to get it done, even though it’s me that’ll have to bloody endure it. I really don’t want to have an induction, but what can I do? I feel so responsible for this baby, and if anything went wrong because of my decision, I’d never forgive myself.
I thought I had started labour early Friday morning, actually. I woke up about 2:30am with period-type cramps and I was convinced this was it. I couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night. About 6am, I went to the loo and half an hour later I felt some quite intense pains, but then they went and that was it. I actually think that, even if I left it till 42 weeks, the baby still wouldn’t want to come out!
It’s now Sunday, and not much to report. I’ve kind of given up hope that it’s going to happen naturally before Tuesday. What more can I do? I go for decent walks each day, I’m relaxing and taking it easy… I accept it’s out of my control, and what will be will be, but it’s still so frustrating! I also know exactly how old this baby is (the joys of IVF) so never from one moment thought she’d be this late. But late she is.
The way I’m rationalising it with myself is to say I’m glad she didn’t come early. I’ve had such a good maternity leave so far and I desperately needed this time off for me. Now I’m rested and as ready as I’ll ever be for parenthood. And once the induction is done, it’s done and we start the next chapter of our lives as a family of three (five if you include the cats :)).
The weird thing we had to do today was get me tested in the hospital for Covid-19. I’m the only person I know who has been swabbed. They got this long cotton wool bud and stuck it up both nostrils and down my throat, and then I was done. The results take 12 hours, and will determine whether I go in the positive, negative or unconfirmed part of the labour ward. I know it sounds daft to say, but I’m intrigued to find out (and obviously I’m hoping it’s negative!)
So, now I’m facing one more day of freedom – tomorrow. I suppose I should plan to make the most of it. In these coronavirus times, however, there’s not a lot I can do! I have a load of errands listed in my bullet journal, which are not a very exciting prospect. I suppose I could work my way through those. And I’d quite like to finish the book I’m reading. But other than that… I can’t think of much.
Come on, baby. It’s time to come out!