Well, I made it.
40 WEEKS, HERE WE ARE.
The baby is technically due today, and I am just back from hospital (having done a day stay admission from early this morning).
I am sitting here feeling really very upset because I've been dealt both good and bad news. Good: my blood pressure is stable and the baby is well and normal. (Better than good, really.)
Bad: I just had a second 'stretch' done - or should I say attempted - and the obstetrician says the cervix just isn't ready. But I had one done on Tuesday, I said to him. "Aah, well, the obstetrician you saw attempted one and probably didn't want to disappoint you by telling you she didn't achieve it."
So. It seems there won't be a delivery any time real soon (as in today, tomorrow). Of course, there may (who bloody knows?) - unpredictable little creatures, babies.
But what there is - unfortunately - is a date for a caesarean on Thursday.
I KNOW that's nearly a week away. I know. I KNOW I have to do whatever is best for me and for the baby. There's no way I wouldn't. BUT I can't help feeling slightly heartbroken at the prospect of staring down another caesarean.
In the meantime, I suppose all I can do is pull myself together, start thinking positive and will this baby to arrive. SOON!