Here I am, today, at 39 weeks.
My doctor did not measure my uterus this time, but without doubt I measure weeks ahead. Last week, at 38 weeks, I measured 41 weeks.
So anyhow, the baby is coming, whether we are ready or not in six days! As I told my husband, it is a little more nerve-wracking for me to schedule because somehow, for me, when labor starts spontaneously, it seems unexpected (though logically I know the baby is coming any day, it just doesn't feel like it will). Whereas scheduling it is so final and makes me a little scared, nervous, excited, jumpy, etc. If that makes any kind of weird sense. But I sure do not feel like having the baby along the highway again, in our brand-new van, and risk having an even larger baby.
Now, the question I have to decide on is having an epidural or not. My doctor asked if I wanted one, and I was completely thrown by the question. But I have time to decide. I only have one reason to have an epidural, and I am not convinced that is reason enough to have one.
Just a little blurb I ran across from the book Winter Song by Madeleine L'Engle and Luci Shaw, reflecting on the reality of the Christ child then and now:
This is no time for a child to be born,With the Earth betrayed by war and hateAnd a comet slashing the sky to warnThat time runs out and the sun burns late.
That was no time for a child to be bornIn a land in the crushing grip of RomeHonor and truth were trampled by scorn --Yet here did the Saviour make his home.
When is the time of love to be born?The inn is full on planet earth,Any by a comet the sky is torn --Yet Love still takes the risk of birth.