8 1/2 Hours

My mind is currently racing with all of the thoughts of fear, excitement, dread (for the pain), etc, etc that happen the night before you are induced. Kevin and I have to be at the hospital at 6am tomorrow morning.

6 AM! I mean, can we get any earlier?

I'm doubting right now that I sleep more than 4 hours. I know I'll need all the sleep I can get, but my brain seriously doesn't want to turn off.

So inducing definitely wasn't my first choice in having this kid, but there are few nice things about it:

• I figure if there are any complications, that this is probably the BEST way to go. Nice and controlled (well as controlled as you can be with the whole giving birth thing).


• My house is completely clean as my wonderful mother-in-law helped me clean my house cleaned my house for me today.


• I had LOTS of time leading up to this day when I COULD have been having a baby to nest my heart out. I even painted some trim work today that really needed it.

So ready or not... here comes baby. Say a prayer for me tomorrow. Words can't even begin to describe the jumble of crazy emotions in this pregnant woman's head.


41 weeks. Is there any more room left in my stomach? My bladder tells me no.