Not really sure what to say today. There is a ton of stuff going on, but at the same time, there is absolutely nothing happening. We are currently in our room at the hospital, the first round of medications for the induction have been administered and now we are back to waiting. Which as far as I am concerned the waiting has been the hardest part of the entire process so far.
Baby Wait – an Update
I am currently sitting on the back patio of the hospital cafeteria with a cup of coffee waiting for Paige to finish up . . . .
The wait continues . . .
Well, nothing yet, absolutely nothing.
I think this has been the hardest part of the process for me. When we had time left it was no big deal, but now that we are this close the hours seem to be dragging on. It has been 12 days since the doctors predicted a week and 4 days since they said if it is not here in a week they will induce, and yet nothing.
I know that it is better for the baby to “cook a little longer” (and with the SoCal temps today it sure is cooking) but that does not seem to help calm the anxiousness.
Aaaaaand Still No Baby
So, I understand that pregnancy is not an EXACT science.
But man, I was HOPING it would be this last week. Especially since the Dr. told me it would be within a week. The consensus now is that they might induce at some point soon because the Dr. doesn’t want baby to get to much bigger. At this point, I’m at JUST under 39 weeks, and technically over full term. The idea of being induced scares me a little bit, but I was able to talk to some friends who have gone through it, and that settled my fears a bit.
200,000 the hard way
BlkWgn has hit a milestone, that’s right 200,000 miles. While its early life appeared to be easy, in the time that we have had it, the miles have certainly not been. After a long search we found the perfect rig on at a used car lot in Orange County Ca. The body was straight, the paint was shiny and without a scratch. The hook for the Warn winch was missing, but the line looked unused. The lockers engaged with a solid pull of the steering, and the sway bar disconnected quiet and smooth. Not a scratch or speck of dirt in the undercarriage, and a set of street tires. This was obviously somebody’s pavement queen and had rarely, if ever, seen a dirt road in its 73,000 miles. Oh, I almost forgot Paige’s favorite features, dual climate control and heated seats.