Well, aren't you all just lovely? Thanks to all of you who commented or emailed about my dilemma. I appreciate the helpful tone and the respect for me and each other.
I decided to go for a repeat c-section--until eaaarrrly this morning when I had an OB appointment and a big old wrinkle got thrown into the plans. My doctor had mentioned before that his birthday was a week or so before my due date, and I realized this could cause an issue. Oh, well, a couple days here or there won't make a difference, I thought.
And so they wouldn't.. What would is the fact he is going out of town for a WEEK. He's turning 40 and his wife is taking him to the islands, very nice, BUT WHAT ABOUT MY BABY???
So, my options are as follows:
Have an amnio to make sure the baby's lungs are mature and then do the c-section at 38 weeks, in early Feb.;
Do it when he's back, periously close to the actual due date. If I was sure I'd go late again, I would choose this option. But when I told him I wasn't worried about going into labor early because I was late with Maggie and all of my friends seemed to follow the "once late, always late" pattern, he said that isn't in fact the case (and I am going to trust an OB with more than a decade's experience over my own particular social circle, there).
Hope the other doctor in the practice, who is due to deliver any minute now, is back from her leave by then. I had some bad experiences with her when I was pregnant with Maggie and while my only experience seeing her this time was good, I still would rather Dr. B do it.
At least I know her--if I go into labor on my own, I am dealing with whatever doctor is on call or the doctor he refers me to. This doctor delivered his kids, so he obviously trusts her, but you don't want to meet somebody five minutes before they slice your abdomen open, you know? Awkward...
So, 38-week C-section, which could be bad for the baby according to some recent studies. Wait, and hope I don't go into labor on my own and deal with whatever doctor happens by L and D that day. Or do it at 39 weeks and have a stranger do it.
Not great choices, eh? Love my doctor, glad he's getting a nice vacation with his family, he totally deserves it, but GEEZ. I'd finally made up my jellolike Gemini mind about what to do and now there's some more factors to consider.
In other news, I am turning into a blobby hormonal weepfest right on schedule. Here, for your amusement, is a partial list of things that made me cry today (and don't worry, the doctor situation is not one):
Hearing Band-Aid's "Do They Know It's Christmas" on the radio. "Yes! DO they know it's Christmas? Poor sick sad starving people! Why can't I feed the world? Why must people suffer?"
Everything on "the baby block" on Discovery Health, which I had on in the background while doing my Strollerderby posts for the day. And I do mean everything, including the commercials, and let's not discuss what went on when a baby was actually born. Except when they were all gross and blue and vernix-y, then I was revulsed. And still crying.
Thinking about saying goodbye to Maggie when I go to the hospital.
The fact we don't have a Christmas tree yet. I literally forgot last week, and then there was the snowstorm, and now my husband is sick.
(oops, speaking off Maggie, I hear her dulcet tones now. Long nap, yay).