Pregnancy, Pitocin, & Pubes, Oh My!

So basically, folks, the topic du jour - and who am I kidding, probably the sole topic of the next two or three blogs - is the biggest thing on my brain right now: BABY. Babybabybabybabybaby. Since I can hardly think of anything else, and since my mom is on her way to my house as we speak and is just as excited as I am, I may be a little scarce for a few days. The magical induction date has been set for bright and early Monday morning, unless my uterus kicks it into gear and decides to do its thang on its own before then. Which would be nice.

But my reproductive system, you know, it's ... special. It seems normal upon examination, except for a tilted uterus, but looks can be deceiving. I mean, it took five whole years and numerous infertility treatments before it could figure out how to even get pregnant in the first place. And then once it finally caught on, it seemed to get the gestation part down pat - but the whole dilation and birth thing? Not so much. I swear, I could dig in there with a spoon and I wouldn't dilate more than a stupid centimeter. Which is why all my boys, including this one, have had to be coaxed out with inductions. (And in some cases, a pork chop.)

So anyway, at 7 o'clock Monday morning, I will be waddling comically walking into the hospital to receive a lovely Pitocin drip in order to get those contractions kickstarted. And not to beat a dead horse here, but if you're interested in frequent updates and pictures and stuff, you can follow me on Twitter. Otherwise I'll post a blog entry ASAP. Because blogging to me is like taking a dump, y'all: something that, under optimal conditions, I need to do on the daily. :)


I'll leave you with this ... lovely photo I took today at the gyno's office. (And I promise you - though I may currently resemble a '70s porn star "down South," that hair did NOT come from my nether regions.)

Happy weekend, everyone!