40 weeks + 1 day.
(sigh). today is actually 40 weeks + 2 days. and the day’s almost over, so i might as well say + 3 days. i hope everyone realizes how long that is…but in case you don’t, let me break it down for you: the average month has, let’s say, 4 weeks. 40 weeks/4 weeks in a month = 10 months of pregnancy. remember that thing about being pregnant for 9 months? it’s a lie. a big, fat lie.
at this point in the game, though, i’m actually starting to second guess the due date my midwife gave me. i’ll give some background: based on my LMP, i should have had a baby on december 29th with conception in march (hint: we went to nyc for my 26th birthday and stayed at the thompson les.) positive pregnancy test in mid-june, first appointment with midwife on july 11th. due date was originally given as 12.29.11, but then recalculated during our first visit to 1.23.12 based on the size of the baby on the ultrasound. appointment with judy, the wonderful midwife on monday, 1.23.12 (ahem, due date, ahem) and NO signs of bean’s arrival, other than the fact that his head has dropped into my pelvis…which is where it’s been for almost a month now, so no real surprise there.
so, today. parents, sister and nephew are here (im)patiently awaiting bean’s arrival (and by this, i mean sharing with me ways to induce labor, making me walk for miles and buying castor oil for me to drink.) but here’s the thing: i don’t think he’s coming this week because i don’t think i’m all that close to my real due date.
tomorrow is my non-stress test, which, alone, makes me anxious, to make sure the baby is getting what he needs. from there, i have my “41-week” appointment, where we’ll decide on induction or another week of waiting. and that’s not until monday…my family leaves saturday.
who knows what the next few days will bring, but keep your fingers crossed for a sweet little baby boy. and cross your toes while you’re at it.