Trying To Be Positive

Yesterday was my last prenatal appointment of this pregnancy. I think my doctor was a little bit annoyed that I had canceled the induction he had scheduled for me. You could have had you baby already, said he. Yep, said I. How about Friday, said he. With an audible sigh of resignation I said, Friday would be fine.


I knew he didn’t want me going more than a week overdue. I assumed that he’d checked the options and Friday was the only day available for induction. My own fault, I suppose. I know what happens when one assumes. I came to find out that they had scheduled me for next Tuesday only to change it to this Friday after the aforementioned conversation. Would it have been so hard to mention that Tuesday was an option too? I suppose so.


So yesterday evening was not a fun one. Most expectant mothers I’ve heard of cry because their doctors won’t induce them for love nor money. I cried because I felt mine was forcing me into an induction. What can I say? I’ve never been normal.


Today I made a last attempt to push back the induction date. Give my body all the chance it can have to do this thing naturally, I pleaded. No, they replied. The baby’s just getting bigger. The hospital can’t fit you in on Tuesday. (The doctor prefers Friday deliveries - that one they didn’t really say.)


So I’m stuck. And unless this baby decided to move before then, Friday’s the day. Like it or not. And I’m not so sure I like it. But that’s not what I want to dwell on. Instead of going on and on about this (which I could do, but frankly… at that typing!), I decided to share some pictures of my two little men. Hope you enjoy the pictures more than you would have my bitter diatribe.

Lij is so proud to wear his new tie (which he begged for) to church “just like Daddy.”

Dylan sure enjoys his fish crackers. If we bought them regularly I’m sure they’d be his favorite food.

The boys swinging together at Nana and Pa’s house.

When Alexander told Lij to smile with his eyes open, this is what it looked like. And it’s become his new camera smile.

Dylan is just thrilled that someone’s letting him do something by himself.

It’s a race to the bottom. Dylan is a little more fearless than Lij. He would practically throw himself down the slide each time.

Get ready boys. Your new little sibling’s on the way. Speaking of which, does anyone else wonder if these tickers start counting negative days when you go past your due date? Me too. So stay tuned…