So I went to visit the ob again. Nothing has changed. Even she seemed a little discouraged. I had to make another appointment for next Monday. I figure after that she will schedule an induction. She said the latest that she would let things go is Jan. 31. My hubby's parents are coming Jan. 29 and leaving Feb. 1 so I don't think that they will see the baby at all. Unless after Monday she decides to schedule it a little early because things haven't changed.
My parents plan on visiting Feb. 15. There's a huge event in town that literally books every hotel, short term rental, ect. for miles. It's international. It's right smack dab on the due date. So they choose to come after the event. Oh, well. I didn't pick those particular weeks for him to be born, but that's how life goes. I myself was born the day the Hyatt Regency Walkway collapsed. It killed 114 people and injured 200. It was deemed the deadliest structural collapse in US history. And I was a planned C-section. (I was supposed to be born two weeks earlier, which the ob said was standard practice in the day, but now they only let you go a week past). I guess my kid will have an interesting story to tell about his birthday too.
On the bright side of things, a friend of mine e-mailed me that she was having another girl. She's been having a terrible time with gestational diabetes and lost a ton of weight, but she has been gaining it back. She even has a first name already.
Oh, and while I'm thinking about it. I probably won't be posting much of anything interesting for a few weeks after the birth. Other than to say height and weight and time and all that good stuff. So don't think that I've fallen off the face of the earth. I will let people know that the baby's born and then quietly take some time away from blogging. So if I forget to say it when I let you know of things. I wish you all of the best who are going through your own pregnancies. May they be easier than mine will be especially since they say induction is so darn painful.