After a pretty painful evening, I called my OB and they had me come in again today (instead of Thursday) for another check. I’m now 4 cm and 100% effaced. My OB looked at me and said “what the hell I going on up there? This should have happened by now”. They stripped my membranes again.
Should Miss Lola decide to stay put for good, my induction is scheduled for Friday morning. They don’t think I’ll make it to Friday. But given my progress last week no one thought I’d make it this far either. I love it when my vagina astounds doctors. Makes me feel…special.
In other who-ha related news, I mailed my stock of OPK’s and pee sticks to a friend this week. But before I could send off the package, I peed on one last stick. Clearly I’m pregnant. Very, very pregnant. But I knew it would likely be the last time I saw two pink lines. Call it closure. Or mental illness. It’s probably some combination of both. I can’t believe my journey on this roller coaster (that I never asked to be on in the first place) is coming to a close. I don’t think the full impact of that has hit me yet. I’m so very thankful — for the blessings we have and for the ride to be over.
