We got the call from the doctor, after his consultation with his colleague, nothing will happen today. Man, that sucks! After I finished stomping my feet and muttering to myself, because I was convinced he would do something immediately, I realized that I'm a moron and should be happy that the baby is doing fine. Why rush it? Only one reason, I'm incredibly anxious, prone to tantrums, and I'm a grown man who acts like a baby. On the other hand Tricia, who has reason to be upset about carrying a child around post due date, is calm and incredibly easy-going. It's got to be the pregnancy hormones! The same ones that have made her more emotional than ever have mellowed her in the final days of this pregnancy.
Thursday we will be going in for more non-stress testing. Hopefully, we won't make it that far but, with the way things are going, I guess I shouldn't get my hopes up cuz then I'll just get cranky again when Thursday rolls around and I'm at the doctor's office and not the hospital.
If baby2 hasn't come before Friday morning at 530am, Tricia will be induced. The only thing good about this is, we have a definite start to the beginning of the labor. AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH.
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