Doctor's appointment

First off, yesterday was the due date. Still no Lyssa. I thought I was going into labor Sunday night. Enough contractions that were noticable and coming frequent enough to be timeable. But seeing as it was 2:45 am, I knew it would be in my best interest to get some more sleep. After fighting excitement, I manage to do so, only to wake up at 8:30am, feeling fine. ggrrrr....

Anyways, I went to my scheduled doctor's appt this morning, the one I was really hoping I wouldn't have needed, due to having had the baby. Her name is Lori, and she is actually a midwife. She was surprised that I hadn't had her yet. After checking me out and seeing that I am exactly the same place I was last week, she tried stripping the membranes. I am hoping that will due something. If it doesn't, she already has me scheduled for an ultrasound on Saturday and induction on Monday. Monday will be 41 weeks. The idea of delivering a big baby scares me, and I am hoping that baby Lyssa won't be too big. All she is doing is gaining weight at this point.

Lori, made me laugh at little when she was asking what I was doing that was taking so long as well as asking what happened with Mark. Mark was due Dec. 24th and as for his labor, my water broke at 1:30 am on the 23th. When we got to the hospital, I was a whopping 1 cm then too. Maybe the baby just needs to be little more aggressive and kick the stupid sac open to get started. I don't know.

Side note, last night there was a power outage from 7pm to midnight. I was in the middle of giving Mark a bath when the power went out. Nothing weather wise indicating that one would happen, guess someone ran into a telephone pole. I didn't think much of it, it was still light out. I figured I would just put Mark into his bed a little early so he still had some light to fall asleep with. He has been starting to show signs of being a little scared of the dark. Normally there is a lamp we leave on, but hey no power. I put him in his room and left him there for about 30 minutes. It is dark by now, and I had finished reading, and was just going to go to bed. Not much else I could do. When I went to check on him, he was still up, and it is pretty dark out. I pull him out and take him to my room, thinking he might fall asleep if I am there in the bed with him. It isn't until I am tucking him into our bed that I realized Mark's streaking tendency had struck again. I had already blown out all the candles and didn't have a light source in the room. I had no problems finding the diaper, just with finding the diaper to his butt, because someone likes to run away from me. Even in the dark. Then when I do find him, he wiggled around a lot. I did manage to finally get it on him successfully, and after about 15 minutes he was out.