I have two theories at this time:
1.) Baby is just like Mommy and likes to work up to the very last possible moment before missing her deadline; or
2.) Baby is just like Daddy and is late. All of the time. No matter what the event or destination.
Either way, the end result is the same: Baby is staying put.
Yep, the doctor today confirmed it: No progress. Well, that's not quite 100 percent true: I have made very miniscule progress, but nothing measurable. I think that was just her nice way of telling me that I'm all closed up. Still.
While anything can still happen and Lola could shock us all at any time, a Fourth of July baby does not look likely. In fact, doctor said she wouldn't be overly surprised if I'm still here for next week's appointments. We have another ultrasound scheduled for Wednesday afternoon and a doctor's appointment Thursday morning.
They say the ultrasound is planned to check fluid levels and make sure everyone is still healthy, but I have another theory. I think they just schedule the ultrasounds now because mommies expect to be holding their darned babies by this point. So, they offer the next-best option: See a picture of the baby you can't yet hold.
But, really, if I have to still be pregnant on July 9, I would love to see the baby on screen. And Ray wasn't able to make it to the first ultrasound, so that is a bonus. He did say today, though, "I'd rather hold her than look at a picture." Then he looked down at my belly and said his latest catchphrase: "Come OUT! I want to meet you."
Don't we all.
- Bethany :)