Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Save the Date!

11-5-09 at 7 am!

Well, really, Hubs and I are the only ones who need to do it, but if you wanna, mark up that calendar!

This is the date of my scheduled C-Section. I was crossing my fingers that he would schedule it a week earlier (I can't take much more! Haha. I know, I'm awful.), which is what he originally talked about doing, but has now decided that he wants to push me to 39 weeks if possible.

He's also given me a prescription for an antibiotic to slow down/stop the contractions that I've started having...


In the same breath, however, he said that if I went into labor/my water broke in the next two weeks, he would just go ahead and deliver me, and Owen would be just fine.

Mixed Signals, much?

Way to play with my emotions, Doc.

I know it seems like I'm trying to shoo my child from the womb, and that sounds (reads) terribly neglectful, but I am SUPER uncomfortable, crampy, and peeing every 15 minutes. AND, not sleeping. These occurences do lead to insanity, in case you were wondering...

I realize that these are miniscule scarifices to make for a healthy baby, but I gotta tell ya:

It makes the next 5 weeks seem like a FRICKEN ETERNITY.

A urine-laden, sleep-deprived ETERNITY.

I have an ultrasound scheduled for next Friday afternoon with the perinatalogist.

He'll be checking Owen's fluid level and position, to see if he's on his way out...sooner rather than later, that is!

OWENWATCH 2009 is on!

Ps. I found out that Owen's circumcision is NOT covered by Medi-Cal. It's considered "cosmetic." Really? So, it's a $250 snippy-snip!

And he won't even appreciate it.

Kids these days.....


happyfunpants said...

You should make him appreciate it. I think the best way to do that is to save the "thing" and then show it to him on every birthday.

Or not.

It's probably a good thing that I don't have babies.

Kat said...

You know years down the road you will be saying "Do you know how much it cost to make your penis look like that? And do you even say thank you? NOOOOOOOOO!"

Urineladen...I think Mr. Sloan would appreciate that concrete description.