Tank and Scarf: Old Navy
TOMS are a pregnant chick's best friend. Soft, stretchy, oh-so-comfy. But seriously, these pants have got to go. By the end of the day, I was trying to suck in as I buttoned them. Have you ever tried to suck in while 33 weeks pregnant? It's an impossible feat.
I had a very encouraging doctor visit yesterday. I almost always dread going to the doctor, more and more as I get further along, and I'm not really sure why. Everyone at my doctors' office is really nice; I have no good reason to get all worked up other than that I am just grumpy. Anyway, I saw one of my favorite doctors and we talked a good bit about the possibility of induction. He was very encouraging and assured me that (unofficially) he guesses 90% of babies come on their own by 41.5 weeks, which is as late as he is comfortable letting most women go. I felt like he was very honest about the business side of the practice too, even acknowledging that part of his job is to keep women happy as well as healthy, so when a woman is 39 or 40 weeks pregnant and feeling miserable, induction is usually on the table (which is probably where I was at my 41 week appointment last time). He also said that lately, he finds himself having more and more conversations with women who want to be induced even earlier, and he said he's always on the side of the baby, as in, babies need to be full term for obvious reasons. It seemed like we were on the same page, the one where I go into labor naturally, and it's always nice to hear a doctor say that based on my stats (baby's heart rate, my blood pressure, weight gain, etc.), this is looking like a very healthy pregnancy. A little encouragement to begin the home stretch!