Depression

Yup, I've got it.

I met with the doctor on Monday. He said (and I quote), "I don't feel comfortable with inducing you with these kind of discrepancies in your measurements. A few months ago, a woman with your exact measurements was on baby number seven with four ten-pounders under her belt. This one was another ten-pounder and she rejected the offer of a c-section because she had done it before. Her baby got stuck and died during childbirth. My ultimate goal is a healthy baby and a healthy mom. I think inducing is the worst possible decision in your situation. I am very uncomfortable with it, but will do it if you are willing to take the risk."

Called Nic. He said, "Um, yeah. I want you both healthy and alive. Is it really worth the risk to fight for a vaginal birth?"

I said, "&%^#!" And then conceded.

And now I feel like somewhat of a push-over and am dreading recovery, especially with three kids.

December 29th at 5pm, in case you all wanted to know.

Boo. This was NOT how I wanted my last pregnancy to end. But it does make it a surety that I will NOT be having anymore. I'm getting my tubes tied. Twice.