I went to the doctor today, and left with the same diagnosis as last week:
It does not appear that labor is “imminent.”
Now I’m not one to fret over a few days. What worries me is the complete and total lack of even subtle foreshadowing. I’m afraid that means labor is still like WEEKS away.
So I asked my doctor, “Is it possible for me to go from like zero to go-time suddenly?”
To which she replied, “Oh yeah. It could happen quickly. You could go into labor tomorrow.”
Then, after pausing for a moment, she added, “But that’s unlikely. That’s probably not going to happen. That’s really very unlikely.”
I don’t remember her words exactly. But I do believe she repeated herself at least three times and definitely used words like “really” and “very” when describing my odds.
So I’m trying to keep a positive attitude about this. Jason starts his new job tomorrow and will be working a lot over the next week. And I’m just assuming I have at least another week before someone (either baby girl or Dr. Kaiser) decides enough is enough already.
In a few months I’ll probably be looking back at this week and marveling at all the precious alone time I had. Without very much to do I might add. Why not appreciate it while it’s here? So, dear friends, I ask you. What would you do with a week to yourself and no responsibilities?