Avery is still in utero. A very large utero, if I must say so myself. We ventured out to church on Sunday (more on that in another post) and more than once I was asked if I was carrying twins and didn't know it! Given all of our ultrasounds thus far, it is HIGHLY unlikely that is the case, but I guess anything is possible. Although I think that would be a cruel joke!
We've changed our weekly doctor visits to Monday's, and when we went yesterday, we got another ultrasound. She weighs 6lbs 4ozs and is locked and ready - head down with no room to spare. But she's still very high and very cozy. I have dilated a bit more, from 2cm to 3cm in a week's time. And I've had some mild contractions daily, but nothing worth calling the doctor about. Just enough to be irritating!
I've been mall walking, walking around the block, riding over railroad tracks and eating hot wings. I've tried inducing labor via acupressure and everything in between. Except Castor oil. I refuse to try that. But so far, nothing has worked.
This morning I got a wild hair and walked Sayla Grace ALL the way around the block - something I haven't done since before I got pregnant with her! And this afternoon I baked some yummy chocolate chip cookie bars with marshmallow fruity pebbles mixed in them (and on top!). I, of course, can't eat them, but the recipe looked so yummy I couldn't resist!
The plan right now is to go to the doctor next Monday, and try to schedule an induction for the following Monday, but that all depends on if insurance will let us schedule it that early. I have a feeling that I'm either going to go into labor during one of Owen's law school finals next week, or I'll have to be induced, suffer a long, hard labor and end up with a c-section anyway. That'll be my luck.
Why don't I just wait for her to arrive on her own? I'm not sure. I'm really struggling with that, and will divulge more after I've had more time to think about it. But until then...
