So here we are after midnight on the 22nd....still no baby. He apparently really likes in there! I had an ultrasound this past monday and he was an average size, measuring about 7 lbs, 15 oz. and we got a picture of his face. Though it was in the ultrasound gray and silver tones and not a 3d. But it's all fine with me cause I got his 3rd trimester picture for his baby picture frame.
However, now we are past the new due date of the 16th, and past the old due date of the 21st. Past the muscle testing of Dr. Martin, and now we're going into the gray murky realms of...whenever. They've set me for an induction on the 28th, but I have a feeling that I won't make it to that date. I think as I have throughoutthis pregnancy that we're going to sit down for Thanksgiving dinner, cut the turkey, and my water's going to break. That's the image I've had about his birth since I found out how close his due date was.
As for me, I'm kind of happy to still be pregnant. As I've said before I look on towards the future with a mixture of fear towards going through labor and the deep need and desire for David to come out and join the world so I can hold him in my arms. This week John and I have both been struck with a head cold, so I really didn't want for the baby to come yet. I'm slowly getting better, and now I'd like to get the house cleaned for his arrival, and get those final last few things done. So I look on David's lateness again with a mixture of feelings, but mostly trusting in the wisdom of David's own timing. He's going to come when he's ready and depite what my mother says on this I don't really have any say in the matter. I know my son will come when it's right for him to.
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