Last night I idly wondered what would happen if I stayed pregnant forever. I’d have to install a little window in my belly so the baby could see out into the world. Maybe plug an ethernet cord in my belly button so he can learn how to use the internet. I’d have to buy a wagon to cart my belly, and go to school all over again (but I liked kindergarten, so maybe that’s not such a bad deal, huh?).

OB visit today and - you guessed it - no dilation, no effacement. Yes, it’s good that I lost my mucus plug (”Eh, but I’ve had patients who’ve lost it and immediately gone into labor, and a few who lost it and a month later were still waiting.”), yes it’s good that I’m cramping, no it wasn’t amniotic fluid that leaked the other day (subconciously he was saying, You peed your pants. Hahahahahahahaha.). We scheduled my induction date for Tuesday, July 25th, so if I don’t spontaneously go into labor by then, that’s when we’ll do the deed. Le sigh.

I know I’m not at 40 weeks yet, I know that he needs some more time to cook (it must be cooking, because frankly he has no room to like move, so what else could he need time to do?), but I am so, so very ready to get this show on the road.

The plus for induction is that there’s a definite end date in sight, and timing-wise it’ll be really awesome to have my mom here to help support me. The minus? Well, induction in general. I fully support the reasoning behind it, I just really don’t wanna.

Also, I asked finally about how my diabetes/blood sugar will be maintained while in labor at the hospital - I’ll have a glucose and insulin drip to keep my levels maintained (and, good news, I can check my own blood sugar! This excites me more than you’ll ever know, because in my experience, nurses can’t check my blood sugar without driving me fucking insane with pain!). The bad news, and news that really bummed me out, is that the insulin means that I won’t be able to donate cord blood (they don’t accept cord blood from diabetics who are on insulin, even though I’ll only be on for such a short period of time). Bah.

Anyway, the positives/amusing notes for the day - I don’t have group B strep, so that’s one less thing I have to worry about. My blood pressure was a-okay (I think good and calm thoughts as she’s checking). And amusing: as I left the office, I told the nurse, “See you next week!”

She laughed. “Oh, maybe not! You’ll go into labor before then!” Dr. K was in the hall and snerked a little.

“Oh, she’ll be back. Trust me.” Such a wiseguy. Alas.

Wah.