40 weeks

As my due date comes and goes I cant help but get a little frustrated. Its not really that I'm all that uncomfortable or anxious but it's all beginning to feel like this is some big test that I'm failing. The fact that I have to go in on Friday to talk about inducing on Monday night doesn't help. I don't want to be induced. I mean I really really really don't want to be induced. Not only because it makes me feel like my body is a failure but because I know that my body ISN'T a failure, its just no one around me has any patience. Oh well. I will try my hardest to talk them out of it. I know everyone hates to let you go past 41 weeks but unless they have a reason other than statistics I just don't buy it. I'm not a statistic and neither is my baby.

Plus I hate deadlines.

* update*
Well I was able to push my induction back a week. It was a lot easier then I thought actually, I guess I forgot that I chose this practice because of their flexibility. Anyways, the baby's lease will now officially run out at 7 pm Monday June 9th. It's still a deadline and I still have this sinking suspicion that I will reach it, and an almost complete confidence that even if I did nothing would be wrong but oh well. There are quite probably worse things then being induced and by 42 weeks I will probably be able to name a few.

39 weeks

So as of this morning I am 70% effaced and 2 centimeters dilated. It's all a lot of information that really in the end means nothing. I might go into labor today, I might still make it to my next appointment next Wed. He is still fairly tipped back in my evidently weird-shaped uterus however and Sarah (my favorite midwife in the world) says if I can get him to move forward a bit by sitting on my exercise ball everyday the added pressure will probably get things going a lot faster. So on the exercise ball I am. My yoga instructor has been telling me the exact same thing so I suppose I better listen.
So I am committing myself now, at least a half hour a day I'm gonna exercise on that danged thing! Not necessarly to speed things up because I'm not all that anxious to tell the truth but to get him to move forward at least. Labor will be a lot easier if he's not trying to come out my bum, ya know? Stupid tipped uterus.
In more exciting news, Sarah also said she was feeling his head to see if she could get any evidence of hair and it came out pretty negative, so with my measurements being what they are she thinks he's going to be a bald 7 pounder. Josh's guess is bald, 7 pounds 9 ounces, and 22 inches long...on May 30th. He's very specific, that husband of mine. I say he's going to have a full head of hair, 6 pounds, and not until June 4th, but mostly I'm just being ornery :)

38 weeks

So this will be my blog to keep people updated on the baby and myself. A lot of other moms have told me that it is unimaginably useful those first few weeks and then continues to be so as the baby grows and grandparents start to show their impossibly vast appetites for pictures and cutesy stories. Appetites almost as vast as a new mother's to share pictures and cutesy stories. This site seems to have a better set-up for what I want to do than my myspace page, so we will see how it works.
There is not any news yet really. As of yesterday I am dilated to all of 1 centimeter, and while I have low abdominal cramps almost all the time and my stomach has been dropped for almost 2 weeks I'm not sure anything is really being accomplished down there. I think the only person less anxious than me is Josh, however. Everyone else seems to be running out of patience, I am just as happy if the baby comes tomorrow or in 4 weeks. Josh sees this as a sign that it will be more like 4 weeks, it seems wrong to be so comfortable at the end. Either way I'm glad that I'm able (so far) to give our little cashew the time he needs. I figure this is the first lesson of motherhood, this is the babies life as much as mine and he will have to decide when to come on his own. Its just my job to help when he says time.