Last year on September 30th I headed in to my 39 week appointment. I wasn't looking forward to it. I knew we would be talking about scheduling an induction since I was making absolutely no pregnancy progress.
The nurse started chatting with me about it as she took my blood pressure. I was telling her that I was hoping to push it till a little over 41 weeks, even though I know my doctor wanted me in at 41 weeks exactly.
"You know," the nurse noted, "I think today would be an excellent day for an induction."
I laughed. "No, no, no. I'm not even 40 weeks yet! I want to give this kid a fighting chance to come out on his/her own."
But it turned out that I didn't get much of a choice in the matter. My blood pressure, which has always been very low, was no longer very low. It still wasn't dangerously high, but since it was so much higher than it had been, my doctor was worried I was developing Pre-eclampsia and sent me over to the hospital.
My tests all came back clean and fine, but no one wanted to take any chances given how close my due date was, and I was admitted.
32 hours and 42 minutes later, we welcomed Thatbaby into the world.
This past year has gone by so very fast. And it's been amazing to watch Thatbaby grow from a sleepy blob to a little person overflowing with personality.
We have a host of fun things planned for him today, a special "favorite foods" dinner tonight - and a party on Saturday! And I know he's going to love every minute of his special days.
Happy Birthday Thatbaby! 1 year down, and many more to go!