Overdue!

I figure it will be kind of nice to go back to these thoughts in a couple of weeks when the baby is here and Zach and I haven't had any sleep and we are thinking, "Man, life was so much easier when the baby was still inside!"

Yesterday I went in for an ultrasound and non-stress test as well as regular check up. The ultrasound was really quick, he's still on his side with his face towards my right hip. I sure hope he moves face down on his own. She said my fluid was excellent. We got a quick 3D view of his face but his hands and the placenta were blocking most of it. He still has a wide nose like we saw 13 weeks ago! He was be-bopping around in there just fine.

The non-stress test was interesting. They strapped me to the fetal monitor and told us "drink this apple juice! we'll be back in 15-20 minutes." I was just supposed to hit the button every time I felt movement. Well, 20 minutes go by and a new nurse comes in and says "we need minimum of 20 minutes so I'll be back later." Ok. I am feeling uncomfortable in the reclining position so I sit up a little bit. After another 10 minutes or so I haven't felt the baby move really at all but it's typical for him to move alot at night and not so much during the day. I ask Zach to come adjust my pillow. He comes over, punches it down (which does nothing) and i ask him, "No, please push the pillow down." He punches it down again and walks away. (this does nothing, once again). I burst into laughter. I can't stop laughing. Every time i start calming down because I know my laughter is messing up the test, I start all over again. I can see all the huge spikes and valleys on the contraction scan. Zach is telling me to stop because it wasn't even funny, and I just continue to roll. I think you had to be there. :)

FINALLY after 55 minutes of being strapped down, the midwife comes in. It's a manwife and we hadn't met him before. I was nervous to have a male, but he was actually funny and comforting. I told him I was scared to be so overdue when we were told we had such a large baby at 33 weeks. He looked at Zach and said "Why would you think you will have a large kid? I bet now you are re-considering your decision to marry him and wish you would have stuck with that 5'8'' 160 lb guy, right?" He pushed around on me and let us know that he didn't think baby boy could be bigger than 8 lbs. His head is as low as he thinks it will get. I was so nervous for an internal check-I heard they hurt. Well, dang, yes, it hurt. I swear he was going to put me into labor just doing that. And then, "Yeah, your cervix is long and closed. But don't worry, plenty of women go from 0 to 10, it could still be anytime." 

Bummer. No progress! Oh well. I was expecting that news, truthfully. I'm such a good hostess my baby doesn't want to go anywhere. And my body just isn't ready to prepare for baby's arrival. It happens.

I am super surprised at how calm I am. I feel anxious in the fact of knowing we have limited time left for sure, but really feel very ok with the whole thing. I'm healthy, he's healthy, what else can I do? We have everything ready, so no worries there. I feel *relatively* comfortable (at night this kid kicks and moves SO hard I have internal bruising) and don't have anything to complain about. 

Now that's August 31 at 2 PM, I'm thinking the chance I have a peridot baby is less than 15%. Sapphire baby it is! 

Zach and I are heading to a grill out tonight and I'm most likely going to indulge in half a beer or so-the good stuff. I heard it can induce labor! :)