Day 40: What?!

Same morning routine as every other day: wake up, take out Puck, feed him, go back to sleep.  Wake up again, get ready, give Puck rest of his breakfast, then go into kitchen.  Puck was bored of our routine and decided to not eat his first bit of food, then throw it up when he decided to eat it at 1000.  I took him out and he seemed ok, then he slowly ate the rest of his food later in the morning.  Oh yeah, I also showered this morning... maybe that's what messed up Puck's routine...

Mom left at 1145 to go to lunch with friends.  I worked on the posters... Pre-coloring, they look like this:

I've done a good job, if I do say so, myself.

Dad asked me to help him install the new airport extreme. It took about 15 minutes longer than the 2 it should have taken.  Every step had to be discussed and explained.  He knows I'm good with electronics to a certain degree; he knows it's because I figure it out; he wants explanations there's no way I can give because he knows I don't know them.  It's good fun.

He went to get some stain for the deck and I kept coloring.  I had some corn pops for lunch and set my alarm for when I needed to get ready for the doctor.  Left for the doctor at 1420 -- for a 1445 appt -- arrived at 1437 and waited until 1545 to be called back.  RIDICULOUS.  I don't even know what to say at that point.  I didn't say, "It's ok," whenever anyone apologized because it's not ok to make people wait that long!

Anyway, I'm still 1cm, still 50% effaced.  Still making zero progress.  I've been the same for the past three appointments.  She said I am a 3 on the Bishop Scale, which means if I have to be induced, there's a 50-60% chance of my needing a C-section.  Not great news, since she said if I am still not making progress at next week's appointment, then she may induce me the following day (Friday).  She said she definitely doesn't want me going past my due date.

She also said that pregnancy and labor can cause permanent damage to a woman's back.  She was so casual when she said it and I wanted to yell, "Then get this baby outta me -- my back can't handle more damage!" I think if I'm screaming bloody murder in delivery because my spine is shattering, then they'll take me seriously, but it'll really be too late by then.

The pelvic exam hurt like the freakin dickens.  She pushed on the baby's head... and determined that I'm just not progressing.  Luckily, pelvic exams lean toward contractions and terribly excruciating spinal pains -- yay!

Anyway, the rest of the day was me hobbling around and trying to not die from the pains.  We watched Hall Pall after dinner and I thought two things.  1: this movie is pretty graphic and mostly about sex... awkward.  2: I would never give Tyler a hall pass -- he's entirely too handsome, could get whomever he wanted, and undoubtedly hasn't forgotten how to pick up chicks!

I am going to try the doctor's suggestion:  take a very hot bath and a benadryl right before bed.

Adios.