39 Weeks

39 Weeks and I was still pregnant.  Wasn't this supposed to end at some point?  I was feeling like I would be pregnant for the rest of my life.  Obviously, getting my membranes stripped at last week's appointment did not put me into labor.  I guess it was just for thrills, although it did nothing for me.  At my appointment this week my doctor sort of asked me if I wanted to be induced.  She said "so, any time now....".  I had already decided I wanted to give Baby T until her due date.  After all, I was born on my due date and I was trying to be patient and give her time.  But still being dilated to 4 centimeters was frustrating.  I did not progress over the past week and I wasn't having any "real" contractions.  She was a hippie on a sit-in protest.  So I set up next week's appointment with the notion that either after the appointment on Monday, or the following morning I would be induced.  I was starting to get a little freaked out about the possible size of Baby T and being able to push her out, because at this point all she was doing was gaining weight.  So on my way home I called Randy and my Mom.  My Mom brought up the idea of being induced on my due date, Friday February 3. So Randy and I painstakingly weighed our options, not knowing what was right.... Friday or Monday.  Friday would allow grandparents to visit and seemed a little more convenient for everyone.  In terms of Baby T, 3 days difference was not going to matter.  Plus, I felt with no signs of impending labor, Baby T was not going to come on her own.  So after a careful discussion we decided to schedule the induction on my due date.... the end was in sight.