Limbo

Another trip to the doctor today, so cover your eyes for a second if you don't want the details: Nearly 3 cm & 60% effaced. While I'm glad to be that far, I'm exhausted from the effort of getting just that far. I know, boo-hoo for me. Four days to induction is so short, but so long to be timing contractions that halt you in your tracks. I either need to HAVE this baby, or stop being in limbo labor and take care of it all at once on Tuesday! That'd be E A S Y. Somehow I think my last pregnancy just wants to leave a lasting impression. That makes me think of something funny--Rick tells me this was officially Utah's hottest summer on record. Ever. That's just mean. It does, however, explain why I have no trace of a healthy summer glow left. I stopped going outside about a trimester ago. Seems like I'm just lucky to have escaped the season without my feet being swollen to the size of those fuzzy monster slippers you see at this time of year.

Speaking of swelling, at church this past Sunday, a neighbor took one concerned look at me and asked if my blood pressure was okay. Something about how my eyes looked. Think I'm glad to watch General Conference in the privacy of my own home this Sunday? And just when I was so proud to have matching shoes on. Regardless, I have been a bit more swollen and I am worn out, so I wasn't especially surprised when the nurse checked my BP today and asked if I was feeling light-headed or dizzy. I wasn't, but the paranoia from Sunday instantly returned--was my BP suddenly high?? No, it was 90/60. A new low, even for me. I guess I can put those fears to rest. Apparently I need to be more concerned about falling asleep while I'm walking.

If only I could give the same low report for what happened on the scale. We'll just say I "made up" for losing a pound last week. Really not fair, especially considering my "workout" at IKEA yesterday--those multi-directional baskets are downright hard to maneuver when you're pushing two kids with a big tummy in the way. The 2 things I went there for were in totally separate places on two different levels and I did my best to navigate the meandering aisles with Connor yelling, "Wahoo! Drive sideways more, Mom!", Fisher laughing hysterically at our "game", and me smiling/grimacing like I was doing it on purpose to please them while praying not to ram into anything breakable. I felt relieved to pant out of the store almost an hour and a half later with only two minor collisions--one with a column and the other with the rubber stripping on the floor (don't ask)--and no injuries. If I really wanted to have this baby, I'd head straight back to IKEA tomorrow. Lucky for me, grocery shopping is on the agenda instead. Heavier basket and less fun for the kids. Maybe I will see the doctor sooner than Tuesday...