I confess… if this baby doesn’t make an appearance on her own (after my appt. yesterday, I am effaced and at 2 cm.) then I have a scheduled induction tomorrow morning. And I confess that I am a little scared. But mostly because I now have a limited amount of time in which to tie up all loose ends!
I confess… I also have the thought of all the changes that will soon take place weighing heavily on me: Isaac will no longer be my baby, I’m in for months of crap sleep, my body will not be my own for another year, etc. BUT, I will have a new baby and that’s pretty darn awesome.
I confess… I’d love it if, say, my water broke today and I could forego the entire scheduled birth thing. I am not against induction but it feels strange, even though with Isaac, I willingly scheduled that bitch and was looking forward to it! He came a day before, but still.
I confess… I am getting more superstitious about things. Like, if I say something jokingly, I fear it may actually come true. Why is that? Is it simply a product of being older? Or maybe I am more jaded than I thought.
I confess… I am well aware you’re all tired of hearing about babies. The more time I spend on the internet, I realize that a good majority of people without kids or who choose not to have kids really hate those of us with them. At least, that’s what many things lead me to believe. So if this is you, sorry!
I confess… I’m fed up with all this plan-making; let’s just pray for labor on its own so I can forgo all this crap! TTYL!