The Final Countdown

Tomorrow at 8pm I'm scheduled to go to the hospital for an induction. I'm told to expect no 'rocket launcher' response to the induction, but rather that it will take up to 3 days depending on the elasticity and responsiveness of the ol' cerv.

The plan is for me to get a cervadil application at 8pm-ish, sleep, and be rechecked 12h later to hopefully begin a pitocin drip. This would be the ideal situation. I don't know what the liklihood of that happening is, but I'm mentally ready for a long haul.

I even got the new Philippa Gregory book to get me through.

My friends have been incredible. With ONE text message out that I will be induced on Thursday, within minutes, they were on the phone with each other and had a schedule worked out as to who would take care of my dogs and when. One even offered to clean my house for me, but of course, I'm not taking her up on that offer! They've been amazing-- I feel very lucky.

Even my mother-in-law has behaved herself so far. My husband told her that she should expect to be invited sometime over the weekend and to wait at home until then. He said she didn't even question it and made it sound as expected. (Is it ok to start hoping that she'll respect our boundaries? Maybe!)

I'm hoping that I deliver by 8am on Saturday morning, that way, our new favorite midwife would be the one to do it.

Karmically speaking, there have been some close calls, but I've ended up getting everything I've wanted so far. Let's hope it continues that way.

I don't hope for perfection in my daughter or her looks, but I do hope for perfection in the health of the delivery. Anything after that, we can handle. But, I suppose now is the time I begin to wonder. I've been able to put it off this long.

Either way, the roller coaster is going to be moving away from the platform tomorrow evening. And although the rest of it will generally be ridden out in the dark, it does feel nice to know when the ride begins. I have that much.