I haven't gone into labor spontaneously. Nor have I entered the obsessive realm of the nester... though I've come close. Mostly I've been frantically trying to wrap up a work project, make it through doctor's appointments, and get the last few baby-related things done around here. Oh, and sleep - I've been trying to do some of that, too, but it only works on occassion.
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Now we enter the random thoughts section of this post:
MY DOCTOR ROCKS!!
Seriously. I've never had quite this much admiration for a doctor before. At my last appointment, which was Thursday, she said so many "right" things, it bordered on the ridiculous.
When she came into the room, she began a sentence and then stopped herself. "Well, first, let me ask: How are you feeling?" Yep, feeling. As in emotions. As in "let's make sure you're not having a break down of some sort before we move on to details."
We talked a lot about logistics (there are a lot of logistics involved when two different departments coordinate in a way they usually don't). And then she told me that she feels quite good about Monday. She assured me that she didn't want me to take that to mean that she was taking this lightly - on the contrary - but she feels more excitement than worry at this point.
And here's the best part: so do I. Really. I don't know if it's some form of denial, or if the bad week I had before helped me get over some of my fear, or if having more answers now has calmed me - but whatever the reason, I feel really excited ab0ut meeting my daughter, instead of obsessed about my uterus.
On my way out of the office, my OB stopped and said "Oh! Wait! Will you be able to sleep on Sunday?" To which I replied that, no, I'm sure I wouldn't. She wrote me a script for Ambien and said that I could take one each night, if I needed, emphasizing that sleep would be a good thing to take advantage of.
Then she said she'd be on call all weekend, and that if I had any questions or concerns, I should call. "Even if you're just feeling overwhelmed and need some reassurance, don't hesitate to call."
Really, I didn't make that up. She at least qualifies for demi-god status in my book.
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Some important points about Monday:
Surgery is scheduled to begin at 12:30 p.m. (CST). I am bringing my laptop to the hospital, but I'm not at all sure of the connectivitiy situation there. The goal is to have my mom be able to update you all on my blog from somewhere in the hospital.
If she can't, Shelba has generously offered to keep everyone in the loop. I have her cell phone number and we'll call her and she can post on her site.
I expect to be in the hospital for four days. That means a release date of Friday. But that's all subject to change. It may mean that I can't post much until I get home, though.
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Oh, about my last post: for the record, my husband wasn't turning down the nookie completely - just that night. And really, who could blame him, what with all my obvious sex appeal!
We did laugh for hours, though about it.
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My parents are coming down today.
I AM GOING TO HAVE A BABY ON MONDAY!
