This Is It

Pregnancy and Borderline Personality DisorderIt’s officially August 30, 2011. In 8 hours I’ll be at the hospital being set up to be induced. Don’t know what will happen for sure when, but as long as this kid is out sometime tomorrow, we’re cool.

I should point out that if there are too many spontaneous labors I will have to wait. Hours? Days? I don’t really know. But I’m going to be optimistic. That said, that would be one set back I won’t argue. Lord knows I’d be pissed if I was in serious active labor and had to wait on a bed because someone was scheduled to be induced (and they hadn’t even gotten there yet).

So, that being said, don’t expect to hear from me for a couple of days. I hope to do a check in on the day I’m released, but this blog won’t be my biggest priority. Then again, I’ll want to post at least a pic and the basic stats, so I’m sure you’ll have something soon enough. Just don’t hold me to a date.

Also, that really cranky post I wrote whenever that was (I’ve kinda lost track of days)… It seems to have done the trick. I didn’t want to be mean, I just couldn’t hear those questions and comments anymore. Luckily the response I got was understanding and not anger. And it allowed me to give forth information when I was ready instead of when other people were curious, and that’s what I needed. Not that there was any info to really give. But with that having been the case, answering “no contractions” 15 times a day would have about killed me. Or rather, led me to killing somebody else. So avoiding that was really really nice.

So cross your fingers baby in about 12 hours or less, and on that note I’m going to go try to sleep, fail, give up and then clean something.

Oh! And should you want to follow along, may I recommend following me on twitter? If we are already facebook friends, my hubby will be leaving comments on my account from his where you should be able to find them if you look. But the best bet is twitter. Just keep in mind: I’ll be able to send in tweet updates from my phone, but my phone doesn’t have actual internet so it’s in text message form. Which means you can reply until you are blue in the face, as long as you don’t expect a response until after I get home.

Right. Sleep. Fail. Give up. Clean. BABY!

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