Just one last post before we head out to the hospital for the induction! The hospital called to have us come in for 7:30, but when I called the student midwife she called the hospital back to delay it until 8:30 to give the other midwife time to sleep after their long day yesterday. Just waiting for Granny and Papa Lou to arrive, and for my last cup of coffee to percolate.
Can you believe this agreeable little baby of mine actually let me sleep somewhere around seven hours last night? It took me a while to fall asleep, which never happens, but I slept pretty well in two and three hour chunks and was fast asleep when the hospital called at 6:00. I had a few contractions on and off, but nothing regular and nothing painful. (I’m sure I’ll be having those soon enough!)
By the way, the title of this post was inspired by my mom, who started reciting the lines of the old poem at the beginning of the week when we were first facing a Tuesday’s child (full of grace). I’ll admit that when I thought my water broke at 1:15 on Wednesday morning, one of my first thoughts was “Oh no! Wednesday’s child is full of woe!” But Friday’s child is loving and giving, and I can confirm that because I’m a Friday’s child, too! *grin* What day were you born?
At least, this child BETTER be born on Friday!!!
Unfortunately, I won’t be bringing my laptop to the hospital (no wi-fi, darn!) but I’ll have my notebook and my camera… and lots of juicy details for you in the next couple of weeks. Thanks again for playing along with me yesterday, I can’t imagine a more fun way to pass a very strange but ultimately memorable and enjoyable day!