Time Crunch

Yesterday I went to the doc. She was on call...again. I saw the nurse practitioner...again. I sat on the crinkle paper table trying not to be frustrated that I was not seeing my doc....again. Don't get me wrong, I love my doc. I am happy she is there for her patients who really need her...like the ones who need emergency surgery or the ones birthing twins...I am aware that I am not her only patient...but I was feeling stressed. I am huge, I am going to have to, somehow, get this huge child out of me, I still have a list of things to do, I have to make a schedule for the captain of people who can get him to and from work when I cannot drive...I have to contact said people and give them times and directions....I WAS A LITTLE STRESSED!

When the nurse practitioner came in, I smiled...I said it was fine...I asked a couple questions, I tried not to hear Paula Abdul singing cold hearted snake in the background as to not fuel the fire of my frustration. She measured me...HUMM she said. She felt my Rigg, HUMMM she said. WELL, I a measureing a little past 40 weeks...I am only just 38. And she cannot tell if he is still head down...She scheduled me for another ultrasound to see size and position of our not so little bundle of joy.

I tried to apologize for being a pest to the office the previous week by calling and asking for a date. I explained it was mostly because I wanted to give my husband notice and find rides for him since he still could not drive. She looked at me with a, now very humorous, blank stare...why can't he drive?...I went into short story mode about our lovely tumor. The stare became a wide eyed expression of unbelief. Oh...she said. Well I will talk to your Doc personally she said...Thank You...I said.

So I left the office with no date, but a scheduled ultrasound and a date for my next apt. I called the Captain, relayed the news. I called the moms and told them...I was OK with the news, still about 2 weeks until baby...and a long list of things to do until then.

THEN

I get a call from my Doc. She apologized for not being there the last 2 times. By this time I was totally over it...that's OK I said. The whole time thinking...this is why I love my Doc, a call just to say sorry...what great service! Then she says she wants to check me...can I come in on Monday right after lunch? Sure I say...Good, she says...if you are still not dilated, then we will induce at 4:30 on Thursday because I am on call all weekend...

a shaky OK, I say.

6 DAYS PEOPLE!

A frantic call to the moms...please come over on Monday and help me with my list...

6 days!

The list of "to-do's" runs itself through my head.

6 days!

So we are looking at looking at Rigg sometime Friday. The captain will get to hold his baby boy by Father's Day! And I will have to, somehow, squeeze out this huge child before then...wish us luck, or, rather, pray for us, as that is what really matters. As my dad says, luck only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, and hopefully they will have nothing to do with birthing my baby...