Progress since last check-up: Nothing new. Almost at 2cm, but everything is still the same: -1 station, 60 percent effaced.
Induction is scheduled for Monday morning. I go in at 6AM. This pregnancy started off as a medical procedure, so I guess it will end as a medical procedure, too. She plans to start me off with cervidil, then pitocin. I will be on a constant monitor, which means I will be confined to within 6 feet of my monitor. No ability to get in the shower for water therapy or walk around other than around my bed. I fear the confinement will hinder my ability to control the pain without meds, which was my goal. I am disappointed in my body right now. That's all. I couldn't get knocked up on my own, and I can't have this baby on my own. Yeah, quit bitchin, right? At least I'm pregnant. I should be thankful, blah blah.
I know this, but at the same time, I cannot help but feel disappointed, and that's OK, too. I think it is fair to say that it's time to let go of the "ideal birth plan" I had for myself. So there. Poof! Gone.
On a side note, in about 8-12 hours, I am really going to regret the hella spicey buritto I ate for lunch today. In my last attempt at natural induction, I went all out on the spicey. For real. I loaded that thing up with habanero peppers, jalapeno peppers, chorizo, steak---oh so spicey I thought my lips were peeling off. You all might hear me screaming from the loo!
See you all on the other side! Wish me luck, as I plan to shut down the dr. google and obsession with the birth. I am off to enjoy the next 4 nights and 3 days sans work and responsibilities.