I woke up this morning a bit panicked because I hadn't felt the baby move in awhile. I got up and drank a little juice (not a good thing for the gest. diabetes, but weighing the options it felt like the right thing to do), lay back down, and soon I felt her kicking around a bit. Overall, I've had very little anxiety during this pregnancy: everything has gone surprisingly well. But neuroses is like Jell-O: there's always room for a little more.
Tomorrow is, supposedly, the Big Day. I say "supposedly" because we are not given a set appointment time for the induction. Instead, someone from the hospital will call between 5:30AM and 7:30AM and tell us what time to come in.
The hospital where Henry was born had the same policy. I remember well that we were packed and ready to go when the hospital called and said they didn't have a bed, and could we come in tomorrow? This, after nearly five months of bed rest! Very frustrating.
So we went out for lunch and saw a movie (can't remember which one now).
As for tomorrow: what will it be, hospital people? Baby or "Iron Man"?
whoa! tomorrow? GOOD LUCK!!
Posted by: kyra | May 22, 2008 at 03:59 PM
Congrats on the new baby! I'm still working up the courage to get a cat.
Posted by: Eric Iverson | May 24, 2008 at 05:19 PM