At this moment in time, I'm waiting to see if the famed "Prego Pizza" from Skipolini's in Walnut Creek was worth the $28 I just paid. Testimonials all say within 24 after eating this pizza, labor comes on, so...even though I've exhausted all other options and said I had resigned myself to being patient, I drove all the way to Walnut Creek for this. My last shot.
This whole past week has been about me trying to get this baby out. Started doing yoga poses and pressing pressure points on Friday. Even got a pedicure, hoping the gal would focus the foot massage on those areas. At one point, Jill had suggested I eat some "labor salad" to speed up the process, so on Sunday, I went to the store and bought watercress and bleu cheese crumbles, and added walnuts and balsamic when I got home. I ate one serving, and was full.
Monday afternoon was my 39-week OB appointment, and Dr. Loanzon asked if I wanted her to check me and strip my membranes. I said, "Yes, please," so she did both. She reported that I was dilated to 2 cm--a week and a half before that I was at a 1--and that if anything was going to happen from the stripping, it would likely happen in the next 24 hours. She also told me I had to walk for the next two hours, so Troy and I headed to the mall to walk. Well, all that did was make my back hurt. So I went home and ate TWO MORE servings of labor salad, and bounced on my yoga ball. Still no labor.
Tuesday was full of lots of walking--Costco, every aisle in Target, the mall again. This time at the mall, Jennifer and Josiah joined us! And before we finished, Grandma Lety came and picked up Troy, because we were all just certain something would happen that night, since everyone was off work on Wednesday for Veterans Day. Even went and got a foot massage that evening. Nothing.
Wednesday, Mark and I went to Target to pick up a few things, including Evening Primrose Oil, which is another suggested labor-inducer. We spent most of the day just hanging out, and finally went to Newman to get Troy, since I just had a feeling nothing was going to happen.
Thursday, Troy and I went BACK to the mall and walked around. I did more yoga ball bouncing at home, blah blah blah. Nothing and more nothing. But then...Thursday night, the contractions I'd been having for the past two months intensified. They were short, but boy were they strong. So I started timing them after we put Troy to bed. For a good hour, they were coming around every six minutes, and were lasting for a minute. Kaiser said that if this is your second baby, you should call them when contractions are 5-7 minutes apart, since labor tends to progress more rapidly the second time around. But...I wasn't feeling any pain yet, so I didn't call. And it's a good thing I didn't, because once I got into bed around 10:30pm, all the action stopped. UGH!
Friday, I announced that I was done trying. By this time, I'd heard every Christian cliche there is and was just over it. And I thought I was completely done trying things. And then I remembered the Prego Pizza that Dr. Loanzon had casually mentioned, and I brought it up to Mark. He told me that his coworkers had talked about that, too, so I decided that since I didn't have anything to do today, I'd go. So here we sit. Waiting some more.
Gonna head out for a walk in a bit. Not sure what it'll do other than keep me occupied. *sigh*
Come on, Little One. Don't be like your momma!
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