I'm nearing the end of this pregnancy and it can't come soon enough. I just had my appointment with the doctor who will be performing my C-section to schedule the date.
I've had both traditional and C-section births, and let me tell you. C-sections are much tougher. The recovery sucks. Other than obvious safety issues, the only advantage I can see to having a C-section is that you get to have the baby 1 week before your due date. My oldest was two weeks late, so I don't take lightly that one special perk.
So when I went to the doctor to schedule my C-section yesterday, I had the exact day in mind. The day that I had been counting down to. For the last 100 days or so, I could tell you exactly how many days till my expected delivery date. And the doctor confirmed that yes, Friday, May 9th was the date he would "typically" schedule the c-section.
Did you catch that? Typically. But not this time.
Because Mr. Doctor is going to be on vacation that I helped pay for with my 3 prior C-sections. Friday. Saturday. Sunday AND Monday. So, of course I won't mind scheduling for the following Tuesday, right? It wouldn't be bad for baby to have a little more time to mature, either. How does that sound?
Let me tell you how that sounds. Sucky. Awful. Crap-a-roni. Four days is a stinkin' long time when I am already waddling around because my four previous pregnancies have stretched my ligaments and muscles past the point of recognition. 96 extra hours is a long time to grunt when I get up from the couch or try to roll over in bed. 5,760 minutes more is a long time to wait to find out if the bald, squirming baby smooshing my bladder is a boy or a girl.
I am sure I gave my best deer-in-the headlights look to the doctor as I tried to calmly refrain from weeping openly in his office. After the casual way he described it, I would have sounded like a horrible, selfish parent for wanting this creature out of my abdomen sooner. And I am still saddled with the personal shortcoming of caring what other people think of me.
I am to the point where I am just about ready for any OB, general surgeon, nurse, or even someone who has watched a doctor show on TV to scrub up and cut the kid out. Any takers out there?
Otherwise I am left here. Waiting. For 39 more days.