I went in for my post-40 week check-up today.
And it appears, as it has for weeks, that Nugget is perfectly comfortable and happy staying put.
She still moves around. Her heart beats normally every time they check it. We're so thankful for those things. Praise Jesus she's made it to full term and that she continues to thrive in her warm little cocoon.
And yet she is not making any effort to join her loving parents in the outside world. As my mom would say, "little stinker."
However, we have a date. An induction date. Next Wednesday evening, if she hasn't already arrived, she'll be given a little kick in the pants in the form of Pitocin.
I'm not thrilled at the prospect of 6 more days of waaaaiiitting. I'm a big, fat (pun intended) impatient wimp. I also don't love the idea of circumventing my body's natural process. And yet, I know there are risks associated with waiting too long. So, a Wednesday induction it is. Barring any action prior to that point.
For me there's peace knowing that the end is in sight. The end of the waiting game. The knowledge that we'll get to greet our little Miss mid-next week at the latest. We're so excited to meet her that we can hardly stand it.
Thank you for your excitement, your support, your prayers, your good wishes. We can't wait to introduce her to the world.