That Moment

I don’t want to call myself selfish, but I want to be honest on the same note. I really want that moment were I turn to Michael and say “I’m in labor” “my water just broke” “its go time”.

I want that moment between he and I and I want it so bad. We are really getting down to the wire here and I’m afraid I won’t get that moment. I’m afraid it will be more like, “I’m getting induced in the morning hope you can get off work”.

I want this little girl to do this on her own schedule, but the waiting is driving me/him/everyone crazy. I had a big rush of energy yesterday afternoon, my house is spotless. I couldn’t tell if it was something I wanted to do or needed to do, so I tried not to think about it too much. Then when we laid in bed Michael said “I really think she’s coming tonight”. It would have been wonderful to wake him up on his birthday with one of those moments, “babe I think we are going to have this baby today.” But alas we are still waiting…

I go to the doctors this evening, she mentioned she would be stripping my membrane and giving me a progestegland suppository if she saw me today, looks like she will. Hopefully the little extra medical encouragement will give us the moment we want.

Peace to my baby girl, we will meet you soon.