Well this is anticlimactic, no? Six days later and there are no signs of this baby. After mentally preparing for the big date, it's come and gone without so much as a peep. We were so geared up for August 1st, or the possibility of her arriving early, that we didn't really really think about what it would be like if she was late.
First babies usually are late, so maybe that was our own short-sightedness. But I've felt so big and uncomfortable that it was unfathomable that I'd keep lasting like this. And now, I don't even feel as uncomfortable anymore. Am I just used to living in this purgatory? What the heck is going on?!
At my doctor's appointment two days ago we did a check on the placenta, amniotic fluid, baby movements, and a few other things. We walked out with a perfect score and an appointment for next Tuesday. If she's not here by then, we'll pick an induction date. A medical intervention is not how I wanted to start this thing off, but I guess you gotta do what you gotta do. (No one says that in Texas, by the way. Very much a Jersey phrase. But it still brings my Yankee heart comfort.)
About a month or so ago my doctor said the baby was in Kansas. Two weeks later, Oklahoma. Tuesday it was Waco. So while she still has a ways to go, at least she's in the right state and starting to descend. And it makes sense that she's in Waco because we're naming her David Koresh Dr. Pepper Baylor Sheppard.
Anyway, I'll keep everyone updated as we wait for her to make her way to Austin. She's in for a surprise. It's hotter out here than it is in there.