I am now one week overdue, and I swear this has been the longest week of my pregnancy.
Belly-wise, not a lot has changed.
And my hands and feet still look the same (swollen).
And there is still no indication that I'll go into labor anytime soon. The hope that I experienced earlier this week when I found out I was 1.5 cm dilated came crashing down around me today when I went back to the doctor and found out I'd made no progress from that. While I know things can change in a heartbeat, I am losing more and more hope that I will go into labor on my own. I am not thrilled about being induced, because I would much rather not be pumped full of drugs and regulated to a hospital bed for my entire labor.
However, we have scheduled my induction date for Monday anyway. We just think it's the best thing to do at this point, even though it's not the best case scenario. I still have a shred of hope that I'll go into labor on my own before then, but I won't be surprised if I don't.
One thing I am grateful for is that we might be able to celebrate my birthday on Sunday by doing something fun. I'm going to be 30!