Waddle, waddle. I am officially the size of a hippo.
Not even exaggerating.
Not even in labor, either.
But the nice Dr. has invited me to join him tomorrow morning at 8 a.m. for an induction. I have cordially accepted his invitation. Only to be polite, of course.
And I am rudely considering cancelling our date. Cheeky.
He mentioned that the baby was still "really high." And that his head was measuring about 41.5 weeks. Goodie.
Oh, and I'm not dialated. These are all similar circumstances to Gage's delivery, and frankly, I don't really want to relive that particular experience.
So now I'm not sure what to do... Do I wait another week and wait for my dear little body to realize what it's supposed to do? Or induce before he gets even bigger? So torn...