I went in for a check-up this morning. The doctor wants to continue the contraction stopping medication 'to get me to 39 weeks'. That is not what he told me on Saturday, as I clearly remember him telling me we would discontinue the meds today. I think he changed his story because he is flying out to Hawaii today and won't be in for the next week or so. Since I am considered full-term and I'm not convinced that the due date is completely accurate, I'm highly considering not taking the medication. I think Charlie will come when he is ready to come. I also think I need all the contractions I can get to get things moving along. I don't care who delivers Charlie, especially since the doctor only showed up in time to catch Maddie and stitch me up. I'm pretty sure most any doctor can handle that. The nurses are the real troopers as far as I'm concerned, so I'm considering telling the old doc to shove it. I have a week until my next appointment, which means a week to settle down. He'll still be lounging on the beach, so I'll be seeing a practitioner, and that is perfectly fine with me.
Maddie and I are home today and tomorrow thanks to the 'storm of the century'. Okay, I think that is a little dramatic, but that is what some are saying. We had a nice coating of ice last night, and it has sleeted the last 5 hours. I think the winds are expected to pick up tonight to 30 miles per hour and then the snow will start. We are only expected to get 4-8 inches of snow, but that should be plenty considering the ice that is already on the ground. I'm just praying our power doesn't go out. This house will go from warm to freezing in no time!
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