Well, here we are. Tuesday afternoon. Assuming we don’t move from early to active labor tonight, we’ll be going in at 6am tomorrow to start the induction or “help things along.” This feels so strange, knowing the baby will come tomorrow, for better or for worse. I wish I could’ve gone into labor on my own. I wish I could have had just one last chance at a labor experience without augmentation but oh well. I really could have done without the low platelets and obnoxious rash this time around. But life and health are my ultimate goal for both of us. I really hope I accomplish at least that tomorrow. I feel like I should be doing something today, but I just feel like scratching my itches and wishing for tomorrow to come faster.
Edited to add: I just passed the mucous plug and Josh got all excited that I may actually go on my own. He asked when it happened with Samuel and I decided to check the blog to see. Argh. Like 2.5 weeks before Samuel was born. That’s not encouraging! Nor was seeing that I was 75% effaced, 3-4 cm dilated 14 days before he was born….Lesson learned: stay away from the archives.