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Eviction Notice

It appears there is a definite end in sight for this pregnancy.  Next Wednesday marks 40 weeks of pregnancy, and for me-the bus stops there.  The circumstances surrounding the "need" for an induction is pretty lame if you ask me--we politely protested and stated our concerns with a 40 week induction and we were met with a valid response.

I am disappointed.  I want to know what it is like to have my body work like it was designed.  Of course an induction is convenient--especially with planning around our toddler and Ian's schedule--but I feel like I am missing out on something.  BUT.  BUT.  My perspective is this.  In the past year, I had a miscarriage.  Bleeding that made me think I was having a second miscarriage which was actually a growth that had to be removed.  To placenta previa.  It was stressful.  Extremely stressful.  It most certainly could have been worse--and the outcome was ideal.  No more placenta previa.  No scheduled C-section.  SO at this point, if my biggest "whoommpp whommmpp" is an induction---then so be it. 

I just want him here and healthy.  Now that we have an end date set---the anxiety has set in.  As my bff put it, "shit just got real".  And she nailed it.  I've been so distracted by everything else, that I haven't REALLY reflected on the fact that in two weeks--our life is going to look completely different.

MEANWHILE--I've got about 7 days to get things moving.  I am going to get some exercise each day and do what I can to get things moving on their own.  Somewhere in my head, I feel like I am going to have this baby this weekend--before the induction.  Wish me luck.  

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