I waddled into today's OB appointment still gigantically pregnant. Since Nani is still here it was the first appointment that Paul has been able to come to, since we've moved to Michigan, and the second appointment during the entire pregnancy.
We started off with a weigh in, where it was discovered that I've lost 7 lbs since my hospital trip thanks to the latest round of the flu, which means it looks like I might actually be lighter than I was when I had the girls this time around. I optimistically pointed out that perhaps the 26 (vs 42+) weight gain means that The Boy won't actually be giganto-baby #3, and my OB pointed out that it may be easier for me to lose the weight, but that it probably has more to do with round after round of being sick than baby size.
Then again I'd be kind of thrilled to have an 8 pounder and he said he was hoping for something in the 7 lb range. That, I'm afraid, is kind of a day dream if past experience is any indicator and if baby boys generally do tend to be bigger than girls (although it would be pretty fantastic if the boy somehow was a reasonable 7 lb weight!).
Then our weekly "we can't let you go past 40 weeks" conversation came up, which always seems to carry with it the suggestion that +40 weeks = a c-section, although everyone always points out that I have a good chance of that not happening, since I've never actually been overdue. This time I asked if breaking my water wasn't an option if we did go over 40 weeks and the next thing I knew we were cheerfully scheduling an appointment for next Wednesday at 9 am to have my water broken (that will put me at 39 weeks and 4 days...)
In the past water breaking meant contractions that were pretty quickly 1-2 minutes apart so here's hoping that, if it comes down to an induction, that scenario repeats itself. He did seem to think that the inhaler had probably already stopped me from going into labor three days ago... so I'm really hoping it starts again on it's own.
I am going to have to put my foot down on one issue, however. After discussing scheduling the appointment my doctor asked if I had had a epidural or a spinal with the last two pregnancies, with the clear assumption that I'd be doing one or the other this time. When I said I had no intention of either he pointed out that it would make him feel better if I had one in place "just in case." I repeated that I was really hoping to avoid it (that's my polite way of saying that the answer is still going to be "no" when I'm in labor) and we left it at "I can talk it over with the anesthesiologist in the hospital" (where the answer will still be "no" and they can document my "no" yet again for legal purposes... I think my time in hospitals this last year has made me bolder and more adamant).
I'm not really worried about the pressure, however, after spending four days at the hospital, because the atmosphere was incredibly respectful of the varying choices available and the support for VBACs seemed surprisingly high (after having that nurse in Florida rant about how much she hated VBACs while I was miscarrying, I'm a little gun shy about the types of pressure that can be present while I'm in a rather vulnerable position...). And Paul will be there... and we're both about 1000 times better educated on all things childbirth than we were the first time around (his reaction to both the induction and the epidural suggestion was stronger than mine, proving that he really has been listening to me and reading the stuff I've given him on childbirth and labor!).
So... that's the latest. I'm really hoping for my November 3rd dream due date (for those of you who haven't read other posts about the day, November 3rd is when we found out I was pregnant with both Sadie and Mae, making it a special day for our family!).
Maybe I should go for another walk...