Why can't babies do as they ought? My baby should have grown a little more slowly, and ideally have figured out that the exit is south and ready (more or less) to accept those wishing to meet their destiny in this big, bad wonderful world.
Alas, *S* decided that she's much rather stay in comfy isolation and pack on the pounds faster than one would think is possible without direct access to Twinkies (and no, I have not been eating Twinkies...brownies, perhaps)...all of which has led to a decision to induce her tomorrow night. There's something distinctly unnatural about having to have "cervical ripening gel" inserted in you and then get jacked up on Pitocin through an IV....Not quite the labor starting experience I envisioned and I feel positive some horror movie probably started exactly this way once...
The timing is also less than ideal, as unless the hospital sweeps me out of door in 24 hours I'll probably be celebrating Thanksgiving with the hospital staff...*M* has promised to buy turkey for everyone if we are stuck there which I told him was precisely the wrong incentive structure if we actually do want to get out on Thursday. But regardless, we will have much to be thankful for...especially if I don't end up with a c-section!
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I can't wait to meet your turkey, L. :)
ReplyDelete(My apologies for calling S a turkey, but well, she did do impressively well for herself in there). Hoping she's all buttered up for a smooth exit! I'm thinking of you both!