OK. So I had a really strange conversation this past week. At 35 weeks pregnant, I finally broke down and decided to have a c-section for the birth of my little Hercules.
“Broke down?” you ask. Well, I didn’t have a c-section for Boog but let’s just say that he was “too big” for me. Ahh yes. We’ll leave it at that since co-workers are reading this too :-) Despite this, I never considered having a c-section until I started to learn some of the risks I could face if Hercules is also “too big”.
Even armed with this information, it was still a tough decision since it made me feel like I was not up for the challenge (yes. I have a bit of a competitive streak). Finally, after talking to every person I know who’s had a c-section, I accepted the fact that my long term health is a bit more important than feeling like I was “wussing out” (aka “being stupid”).
So. . . this led to me scheduling my baby. Yes. Very strange. I got a call from my doctor’s office asking if I was free at noon on the 26th. My automatic response was to pull up my calendar. Fortunately, I only had a 9:00 meeting so I said “Sure. I think I can do that.” Whoa! Double take! What? Did I really just schedule my baby in Outlook? The answer is “yes” – although I only blocked off an hour so hopefully it doesn’t take too long!
I’ll keep you all posted on the progress – my personal hope is that I can reschedule the birth (I’ve made sure to leave my calendar open just in case) since I’d really like to go later. Yes. Maybe I’m insane, but I still feel great and I still have a lot to get done before she comes. Oh. And did I mention that I’m still under the illusion that Hercules will simply fit into my schedule or that I’m in for a rude awakening?