38 weeks, 4 days.
We had our last OB appointment of this pregnancy yesterday. The last time we'll do the doppler, the last time my huge belly is measured, the last time my BP is taken twice. Wow. It is hard to believe.
Everything is pointing to the scheduled c-section on Monday. No change in my cervix, and the critter is still breech. But her butt is not very engaged in my pelvis, so it is unlikely she will put me into labor between now and Monday. Never say never, but how about highly unlikely? Oh, and the OB said the critter is as big as a moose. Heehee, she is a honking-big child already. Easily over 8 lbs. Mr. P and I have an over-under bet on her birth weight, at 8 1/2 lbs. I have the under, but I'm not so sure now. We'll see Monday!
We talked with my OB about the c-section, what to expect, where to go, how it will all go down. My favorite OB, who we met with yesterday, will also be doing the section, which is nice. I still really like her, and trust her completely. It was good to hear the details, and understand better what will happen.
But I have to admit, I'm starting to get nervous about the surgery. I've woken up the last 2 nights and been up with racing thoughts. Stress thoughts.
I'm nervous about the surgery, but also nervous about the recovery. I'm scared I'll be in so much pain that I'll be unable to care for the critter. I'm scared I won't be able to mother her from the get-go, and that makes me sad. I'm scared people won't understand how I'm feeling and won't help me as much as I may need.
Sigh, I'm just plain scared.
Now, I know many women have c-sections every day, and most women do just fine. And even those that have trouble are still good moms. I know this in my head, I know these things. But my heart, in my feelings, well, they are slow to catch on. They are hiding in the corner.
It's almost worse to know what's coming, it allows me to wallow in the "what ifs" too much. I just hope it all goes ok. Hope, hope, hope.