Disclaimer: If words like dilation, labor, etc are too much information for you then go ahead and stop reading now!
I started my weekly doctor visits yesterday. Whoohoo- really more like Ugh. It does help the time go by faster because you feel like you are constantly going to the doctor. But it is just a headache for me. And even worse this time around because I have to figure out a babysitter for each visit.
Now back to the title. Let me give a little background. Sariah was induced at a week late. When I started my weekly visits with her, they said you are dilated to a 1. I was so happy that I was making progress. That was until I went in the next week and was a 1. Then the next week was a 1. Then the next week was a 1 . All the while having Braxton Hicks- that apparently did NOTHING! Since even the day I went to be induced, I was having contractions and was surprise, surprise a ONE!!!
So I’ve decided that 1 is the loneliest number. And yes yesterday felt pretty lonely! As they did my check, and bless the doctor’s heart as she happily announced I was dilated to a 1. She was so positive saying that meant I was starting to make progress and it was a good sign, yada yada. I tried to put on a happy face for her, but was disappointed inside. Hopefully this doesn’t mean the same trend will happen.
I know I should be happy that I wasn’t a 0. That would have really stunk! But I thought with all the sporadic contractions and discomfort I’m experiencing surely I would be a 2. Better luck next week I suppose!