No News is...Oh, Never Mind

Thank you for all of the well-wishing email, phone calls, and blog comments lately. Tuesday has come and gone, so my dear doctor is back. When I told him how relieved I was, he shared that he had told the nurses to call him if I went into labor while he was on vacation. He was going to make every effort to come in for it, even then (you see why I love this man?).

Now we are at a place of decision. This baby is getting big (they're guessing it is well into the eight pound range or bigger at this point), and I'm still only 1 cm dilated. I can be induced, which I was trying to avoid because of the long labor that results, or I can wait, and risk a few complications that come with larger babies, like a long labor, tearing, and the baby getting stuck (all which happened with Trinity when she was induced past her due date). Hmmm...any other options available?

I know I should put on my happy face, but I'm a little discouraged about this tonight (morning? - sleep isn't coming). Maybe disappointed is a better word. You know, sometimes things in life don't work out how we'd want. I can deal with it, and I know the important result is the same - a little bundle of joy and perfection placed in my arms at the end of a battle. But right now I want to be in my disappointment.

I'm sure things will look brighter in the daylight.