First things first: The big news for this post is that we are officially scheduled to induce on the morning of the 24th! To be honest, I have very mixed emotions about that. On the one hand, I'm relieved to finally have an end date for the pregnancy set; it's a lot easier to sit around and wait when you know how long it's going to take. On the other hand, I feel kind of like a hypocrite. I am typically very vocal about my distaste for using unnecessary medical interventions, in particular the recent prevalence of performing elective c-sections for the sake of convenience. Doing an elective induction is not quite in the same boat, but I feel like it might be in the same ocean; it's not an invasive surgery, but it is still something we are electing to do, though not necessarily for convenience as much as for impatience. The doctor is comfortable with our decision to induce then -we're actually doing it a day earlier than we had requested so that it's not on the weekend- and we know from past experience that Denine's body seems to react well, if not a little over-enthusiastically, to pitocin. So I'm not really worried about complications and feel good about the decision. Just torn, I suppose. There is still the possibility of Denine going into labor before then, which I am hoping will be the case; according to my mother babies are never born when they are planned, so by that reasoning we should be guaranteeing that he will be born beforehand. Murphy never seems to work in ones favor, however...
I've been getting progressively farther behind on the time between when I take the bump pics and when they actually get posted, so I'm due to take another one around Friday. Assuming she hasn't popped by then, in which case you'll get a picture of the baby instead of the baby bump.
I'm planning to try and keep up with a blow-by-blow log of the labor and delivery that I can post after it's all said and done. I have a written journal from when Jamie was born, and it's pretty neat to be able to go back and read what was happening and my thoughts at the time. Ren's delivery is all just a blur now, we've got the pictures but I really wish I had written something down.
Denine had her first baby shower Saturday (well, not her first one ever, but the first one for Asher). I am subsequently feeling better about what we have left to buy vs. the money we have left to buy it with. We also have our "family shower" this weekend, although I am still not sure who exactly is supposed to be attending. We see most of our family two or three times a week, so I assume that this shower is for some of the extended family, but every time as ask Mom about who is supposed to be coming I don't really get an answer. Maybe she is just trying to surprise us.
I've spent the last two weekends cleaning up the garage, the first organizing what needed to go to the garage sale last week and then last weekend cleaning out all the refuse. I know I threw out two suitcases, a steamer trunk, and three boxes of stuff that whoever owned the house before my brother had left in the garage rafters; a set of sliding shower doors and the rest of the scrapped walls from my shower demo; a back door; two non-working gas trimmer motors; and an assortment of scrap wood that was not worth keeping any more. I still have a pile of campfire wood I've been "holding onto" for my brother which he doesn't want anymore and a half-pallet of solidified bags of Quikrete that haven't made it to the curb yet. Now, for the first time since we moved in over three years ago, I can finally fit a car in the garage! Unfortunately, I still have a full-size van / mini-motor home parked in my driveway, which prevents me from actually making use of said space. Step one has been completed, though, so there is hope that, someday, one of us will be able to park in a covered parking area for the first time. Huzzah!
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