As is the way of things with pregnancy, and seeing a different doctor each time I'm at the clinic, things didn't go to plan. The doctor checked out my hoo hoo and declared it closed for business. No sweep gonna happen today Smout. Talk about dissapointed, but I had been told if it didn't work I would be in the hospital this week to be induced, Strike two for my expectations when the doc said, OK we can't do that today, come back next Friday for your regular appointment. Deflated.
I think this is how most women get at the end of their pregnancy, especially seeing as I'm now getting cramps during the night and it doesn't seem to be getting my body moving ready to deliver. We are officially in the single digits for the due date now, but after having been told time and time again that I won't reach that date I'm getting increasingly frustrated by the conflicting information I'm getting. On one hand I'm happy that the pregnancy is going so well I don't need to be in hospital, but on the other I'm disappointed as I expected our wee Bean to be here by now.
It's a weird kind of limbo isn't it?