So there is no baby yet, my LilyPie ticker is probably thoroughly confused having spent all this time counting down to something that didn't happen when it was supposed to... Quite frankly I am feeling the same confusion, mixed with frustration and an over surge of hormones makes for a lovely person to be around.
We have everything ready, the hospital bag is packed, the car seat almost installed, the bassinet set up, I have trained my replacement at work, the only thing left is to have a baby. Every night Brooke and I talk to her, tell her that we are ready to see her, Brooke instructs her to swim down, he even drew and arrow for her to use as a road map. Every morning we wake up, one more day of waiting.
I was not one of those women who was "in love" with being pregnant but I did enjoy it. Towards the end people kept asking me if I was SOOO ready for this to be over and I would smile and tell them that I was okay being pregnant, the only thing really bothering me was the pointless doctors visits where nothing would change and I could see that I was really boring him by coming in week after week with no progress.
Then the due date came and the next morning I woke up so over the joy and happiness of being pregnant that I almost wasn't sure how to handle the sudden switch in emotions. I was sure though that now that I was over being pregnant she would get the hint and we would finally get to see her... not so much.
Tomorrow starts my 41st week of pregnancy and I am a cluster of exhaustion and emotions. I go in at noon for a
BPP, if she passes then they will let us go until Tuesday night, if there is still no baby then we are scheduled to start a slow induction.
If she is anything like her father and I, she will wait until a few hours before the induction and will make her appearance, letting us know that she is not going to be told when things are going to be done. I will then know that she has inherited the most stubborn parts of her parents, a combination of which could be deadly for someone.
Until then.... we will be waiting.
You will remember that we were schedule for an induction on Tuesday evening but she wasn't having any of that. My contractions started around 10:30 on Monday evening, they were not anything major so I went ahead and went to bed. By 1:30 they were intense enough to wake me up and my 2:30 intense enough to wake Brooke. We got to the hospital at 5:00 and the next three hours and 51 minutes were such a blur of pain and terror that when they laid her on my chest I honestly thought for a minute that maybe they took someone else's baby and gave her to me. 
There are not enough child labor classes in the world that could have prepared me for the speed and intensity. I thought that first babies were supposed to take their time, we packed a bag of movies to watch, music to listen to, books to read... that bag sat untouched.
I wish that I could make this post a whitty and funny story about labor but when Sophia came into the world I think that she pulled out my ability to be funny and whitty, either that or it is the sleep deprevation! So we now are a foursome, Brooke is surrounded by demanding, stubborn women... pray for him!
