Baby boy is nearly a man. He's estimated by ultrasound measurements to weigh >6 lbs at 35 weeks. Although this method is error-prone, it's all that's available and his extrapolated weight by 39 weeks is between 8-9 lbs. Where 9 lbs is the cut-off for converting the induction plan to a C-section, because big babies get stuck in vaginal deliveries and injuries all around can hypothetically ensue. So. I have another ultrasound in 3 weeks (the week before the scheduled induction) to recheck his estimated weight, and a decision may be made then. Or not. Nobody seems able to say. That's perhaps the worst part. Second only to the fact that the doctor on call the day of my scheduled induction is one of my least favorite in the practice -- she's not awful or anything, I just am very lukewarm toward her and vice versa (plus some info from a friend about the doctor's Catholicism and its impact on patient care leaves me unsettled as a secular person/patient) -- and my attempt to have the scheduling nurse move the induction up by one day, so I can have my absolute favorite doctor in the practice deliver my baby the day before, was met with the Great Wall of Hospital Policy. They simply won't schedule anything a minute before 39 weeks without an amniocentesis to confirm lung maturity is what I'm told. I had a meltdown on the phone with this nurse, explaining that the Great Hospital Policy is protecting their liability with regard to a procedure (induction) I don't even want and certainly don't want to have my least favorite doctor perform. This is not an elective procedure after all, it's being mandated for medical reasons. She offered to move it back, which would allow more time for baby to gain more weight and almost certainly require a C-section, another Great Policy (as I know several moms who've safely delivered 9+ lbs babies) that exposes me to increased risk in order to further minimize hospital liability. What choices am I permitted regarding my pregnant body and my baby in this actuarial calculation? Did the election happen already and the GOP (win or lose) plant a flag in my vagina? Her final offer was to leave a note on the (favorite) doctor's desk to follow up with me. Super. I expect little at this point. It seems the best way to not be massively disappointed.
My greatest aspiration now is for an early labor. I'll be full-term by Halloween, in 2 weeks, and will start doing any voodoo suggested to promote labor in the hopes that he will come spontaneously between 37-38 weeks, before he can be declared too big to birth. Bug bucks, no whammies.
Fucking diabetes. My body is spectacular at failing me and now this baby, too.