So this little guy is officially late starting tomorrow...likely he won't be out anytime soon. Originally they were going to induce labor this past Wednesday, but it turned out it didn't work out....
It all started last Thursday when I was in the city for presentations. After a surprise baby shower thrown by the NYC Principal office (thanks so much!!), I grabbed a cab over to the Penn Station area for a client presentation. The cab ride cost about $4. After a great meeting, I decided to head back in a cab rather than walk because my briefcase was still pretty heavy and I am waddling at best right now. In the cab, I told the driver the cross streets to take me to, then started checking my blackberry. We were only about 12 blocks away from my parking spot, so it should have been fast. When I finally looked up from my blackberry, we were at Park Ave, past where I needed to be by a bunch. I looked at the cab driver's name, and, I kid you not, his name was Habib. I challenged him on where we were and how we were going to get to 44th and 6th. He said that he had to go down to 3rd ave in order to drive back up 44th, which is totally wrong. Not only does 6th take us north, but if you go down to 3rd, you can't drive back up 44th because it runs one way from West to East. I told him to turn left on Park, which he said we couldn't do until I yelled at him and he did it. Then we went down to 42nd, where Park dead end's into Grand Central. I told him to take a left to just get me up to 6th, but, from the left turning lane, he took a RIGHT!!! At this point I was really upset and told him just to pull over and decided to walk back to the office. Only 1/2 block into my walk, I felt a gush downstairs...that is where I turned into a crazy New Yorker and started cursing to myself on the sidewalk--no one even noticed:-) I kept walking back to the garage while having bad pains and leaking. At this point, I was driving out in rush hour traffic from NYC because of Habib's crazy detour, so I just decided to head back North. By the time I got to the Bronx, the pains had stopped, but I was still leaking when I got home around 7pm. I was up all night worried that it was amniotic fluid, but had an appointment the next day with my doctor.
When I got to the doctor's the next morning, I was still leaking and they sent Mark and I to Norwalk Hospital to be tested. Also, after sizing up Mark, our doc said that the baby was too big to drop or come out of me and said we should get ready for a C-section and that we would be induced or get the C on Wednesday the 20th. At the hospital, we had the ultrasound and found that they thought he was around 8lbs, give or take a POUND! That means that he could either be 7 lbs or 9lbs! He was healthy, though, so they thought that the main reason they would try and get him out was because he was big. We finished up Friday thinking that we were going to be induced on the 20th and set an appointment with yet another doctor on Monday.
On Monday, we went in to find that there was still no dilation and that he really hasn't dropped. They said that I was "not induceable", so they wouldn't schedule me for that on Wednesday and they thought that I should wait for the C, which is in line with what I wanted anyway. So I decided not to make the commute to NY and work from home this week in hopes that the little guy would come. So far, no luck, but in his defense, his head is down, in the right position and he isn't officially due until tomorrow. Therefore I don't have beef with him until 12:01am.
So that is how Habib almost got the baby out of me early...moral of the story...make sure you pay attention when you get in a cab...or maybe not because if I had really laid into him maybe the baby really would have come!!
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damn cab drivers!!
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