It’s been ten hours since I woke up feeling very much like labor was imminent, and I’m still sitting at home waiting on the contractions to start. What a waste of a day. I still feel crampy, achy, and gross, but it hasn’t progressed the least bit. M fixed something spicy for dinner and we followed it with a walk around the neighborhood. Maybe our attempts at induction will work this time. But I’m not basing my hopes on it this time. I’m just trying to resign myself to being pregnant forever and ever because my body certainly doesn’t seem like it really wants to get this baby out, just keep psyching me out about it.
Ten Hours Later