Towards the end of my pregnancy, we knew the baby was measuring big. At my 36 week appt, they did an ultrasound to see just how big and he was measuring approximately 8lbs, 6oz. (I remember looking at the ultrasound screen, which also showed the measurements in pregnancy terms, and apparently that was equal to 40 weeks, 1 day! Crazy) Everything else was really healthy in my pregnancy, he was just big. I had been reading up on the Bradley method and also had been listening to Hypnobabies tracks, preparing for a natural hospital birth, but because of his size, my doctors told me I may need to start preparing myself for a c-section. I really didn't want to have to schedule a c-section, I wanted to be able to just go into birth on my own and at least try for a natural birth. As the weeks went by and I got closer to 40 weeks, he just kept getting bigger. My body wasn't showing any signs of going into labor soon, so a natural birth was starting to look more doubtful.
As he got bigger, I got bigger. And everyone let me know it. Random strangers would ask, "You must be due any day now, right?" and I'd just nod and smile. It was better than dealing with their shocked look when I told them my due date.
I tried just about every method of natural induction (minus castor oil--just couldn't do it), but he just wasn't ready to come out. At my 39 week appt, they did another ultrasound and said he was measuring at least 10 lbs. They said that it could be off by 20%, but either way, they wanted me to consider scheduling a c-section. I put it off, wanting to see if he might come before my due date, but no luck, so at my 40 week appointment I went ahead and scheduled a c-section for December 10 (mostly so I could still maybe go into labor on my own, but also so I could still attend Benefit Dinner on Dec. 7.)
Our last weekend pre-baby was pretty nice--there is something really great about knowing exactly when your kid is going to enter the world, and being able to completely prepare--clean the house, pack your hospital bags, eat a last meal, etc. By the time Monday morning rolled around, I was at peace with it all. And super excited. To be continued...