Today is the day...

I am up eating my last meal, as we decided to have a c-section at 5 pm this afternoon. Mac looks great, however I haven't had any cervical change in the last three weeks, mostly due to the fact he is not always staying head down. He was transverse during the ultrasound. Little stinker. His cheeks are getting quite chubby. He isn't looking over all too chubby, but we are nervous the ultra sound isn't truly accounting for his size with how big Fara was. Dr. K is concerned that the gestational diabetes is growing a tired placenta. It is starting to age visibly.
She let Mr. Workin' and I make the decision, but given all the factors, the c-sec seems like one of the best options. I have some anxiety about laboring for 15 hours to find out he is huge and having to have a section anyway. So, we decided if we are headed down a path to eviction, I would rather get as many days of recovery in this week as possible.
I have the full range of emotions about our choice about every 45 seconds. Like most parenting decisions we just have to make the best of the info we have and pull the trigger.
The plan as of now...Mr. Workin' and I are to report to labor and delivery at 3 pm and are scheduled in the OR at 5 pm. I will be pretty out of it for the rest of the evening, so we are waiting until Wednesday morning to introduce the kiddos to Mac. Ella and Fara will miss school Wednesday morning and Wyeth will go will to school a bit later that morning.
It will always be hard to elect for a c-section, but emotionally I am at the end of what I can deal with. Mr. Workin' and I feel good about reaching this point after the last 8 week roller coaster. We are blessed to have made it this far, and have the support of my mom being here and you and our wonderful friends. I am looking forward to being back on my feet by Valentine's Day.
Ack!!! I am going to be holding my baby is 12 hours!!!! Yahoo!!

Are you as tired...

of reading about my being pregnant, as I am of talking about it? The thing is, I don't have anything else to talk about. I am as crabby as I have ever been. My husband is seriously challeneged when it comes to support during these times. His idea of helping, is pointing out what a bitch I am being. Thanks! Now that you have said something I will snap out of it. I have been begging to try sex for weeks and he just won't. Yet he had the audacity to tell me he is the biggest support I have. Whatever.

There is still lots that can be done around the house, and I guess I will contiue to try to focus on that stuff. My body hurts and the nesting bug has come and gone. Today is the Super Bowl, but I think I will spend the morning cleaning and organizing my new bathroom.

I am going to go cry. The pit of dispair has me hardcore this morning.

Stilllllll pregnant...

Pre-term labor f*s with your head man. I have been thinking I was going to have a baby any second for the last 6 weeks.
I saw the doctor this afternoon. We ran about an hour worth of NST, and baby Mac looks great. He is moving and excitable and even took a brief nap. :)
I just want to look at his sweet little face.