This baby is not going to wait any longer. While my liver function results were fine, the second part of the test showed my bile salt levels were elevated so the obstetrician is pretty sure I have cholestasis.
When I got the call she said, “so I mentioned at our appointment that this would mean being induced in week 37. You were 37 weeks yesterday. So which would you like, Thursday or Friday?” Today is Wednesday, so without thinking I asked for Friday. It was surreal. Like booking in a hair cut, or massage.
This call came half an hour after my midwife had left the house. I had a pretty appaling tension headache last night that kept me up most of the night and lasted well into the day. She instructed me to get back into bed, drink lots of water and take some paracetamol. I had to call in sick for parent teacher interviews and went back to sleep. My midwife came by and did the usual checks and once she was satisfied I wasn’t suffering from preeclampsia she left.
After getting off the phone with the obstetrician, and realising I didn’t know the time of the big event, I text Mr. Million who was at school for parent teacher interviews and waited for the call back.
What followed has been a couple of hours of excited and teary phone calls and responding to texts with many exclamation points. The house is a tip, the car will have to miss its mechanic’s visit, and I have not watched nearly enough TV yet, but we are in the final countdown now, with fewer hours than anticipated.
So that’s it! I have to go in for another ECG to make sure the Peanut is happy in there tomorrow, and then Friday is the big day.
Mr. Million and I are both reeling in shock a wee bit, but also very excited to have a day to be ready for. I’m anticipating I won’t be blogging up a storm in the next few weeks, but I will try and get a post birth post as soon as is realistic.
Next time I blog, I’ll be a mum!