SOMETHING BABY THIS WAY COMES

So while we were visiting the Dr. this morning, she mentions to us that if we so desired, we could schedule an induction (breaking my water) on Friday. If we preferred the convenience of knowing when the baby would arrive, if she didn't arrive before then.

At first I was thrown - I wanted to experience the "it's time" sensation and huffing and puffing to the hospital. I wanted to be surprised by the contractions and labor at home for as long as I possibly could before heading in to the Dr. The idea of 'natural' just seemed so - well natural - and romantic. And it is, because it's how nature intended it all to happen. It's pretty rare to show up at the hospital, bags packed, hair & makeup done, ready to "get this show on the road". I didn't think that was me. I'm still not convinced that it is. And I guess with a scheduled start time of 7:30, it's a guarantee that neither my hair or makeup will be done. They'll have to bring me in on a stretcher because I'll still be sleeping.

But anyway, with the way my maternity leave works out at work, starting leave today ensured that I would get to use every second of time I was supposed to get. If I would have started it on Monday I would have been shorted 21 hours of time off. If she doesn't come before Friday I can relax and take care of loose ends tomorrow - and of course - mentally prepare myself for the rough days (months? years?) ahead.

But damn, it's hard to sit still.

I'll be back to work on May 1. Probably kicking and screaming the entire way.

So I've just climbed aboard this crazy train to the next phase of my life and pulled the safety bar over my lap (or what's left of it) --- and off we go!