40 weeks pregnant and yes, pregnant. The induction massage I had last week was wonderful (Spa on the Hill). It was a regular massage with some pressure applied to points on my feet and hands that are supposed to cause contractions. I think I felt one when getting the massage though when I try it myself now, nothing.
I had contractions six minutes apart over the weekend and I was sure it was time to go to the hospital. After all hadn't everyone and their moma told me that after Leon's birth (preceptive labor) that I should hurry to the hospital when my contractions get to be six minutes apart? Anyways....hospital staff didn't seem to like my use of the p word, though that's what one of the nurses in the same hospital told me my first labor was called. I was checked and I was only dilated 3 centimeters and told to go back home.
Ugh! They seemed to doubt that my contractions were actually six minutes apart and surprised I was not in pain. Since then I stopped counting my contractions. I'm waiting on my water breaking, screaming pain, or a hand, foot, or head to appear before I go back to the hospital.
In the meantime I've been thinking about possibly inducing labor. My hospital only allows you go to until 41 weeks and my husband is supposed to depart this weekend (remember...at 35 weeks the doctor was so certain that I would deliver any day now).
I'm still quite scared of inducing and really want to leave it as a last resort. I would prefer to have another natural delivery. It was helpful to be able to have the freedom of moving around before and after and I'm not sure how my body would react to an epidural (not sure one can get a C-section without one, lol). ((I realize now that my blog the last time I was pregnant must have been confusing...as I was trying to write as if I was said child...but FYI I have the same opinions on natural labor as before))
So I think I will try to avoid an induction at all costs. Maybe I'll go into labor when I finish posting....
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