Well today I went in for yet another doctor appointment. Apparently with all of the contractions and pressure I'd been feeling, I was still the same as last week. 3 freakin' centimeters! Grrrrrrr! I could have sworn I would have been progressed much further by now. I seriously wanted to start balling! Like I mentioned in my last post, I REALLY don't want to have our little guy on the same day as my biological father's birthday (July 29th- this coming Monday). To me, that would just be so cruel! My doctor told me that if I didn't have him by Wednesday the 31st, then she would induce me. So now I get to stress all over again about finding someone to watch my kids while we are in the hospital. Yay! :P
Today I was bound and determined to at least try to progress a little, so my kids and I went to the zoo with my mom and stepdad and my friend and her daughter to see if that would help. While we were there, we saw two signs that had two baby monkey's birth announcements AND we saw a baby giraffe ( which for me is good luck considering the day I went I to labor with Tali, I saw a baby giraffe too). I'm considering it a sign or a good omen. Just kidding. It's just wishful thinking.
If anyone is actually reading this blog, PLEASE pray for me that I will go into labor before next week or that things will work out to where my kids will be taken care of, my doctor will be able to be there for the delivery, and that I will NOT have him on the 29th. I am seriously getting scared to death! Who knows, it may just be the hormones talking. Thanks to the handful of people who actually continue to read this blog and don't think I'm completely wacko! :)
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Is no one able to be with your kids at all or are you still hesitating to ask for help?? ;) You shouldn't have to stress about someone helping you out, friend! If I lived by you, I'd do it. Breathe in and breathe out...This baby will come when he's ready and everything will be fine. I get nervous around the due date, too, but you just have to let nature do its thing. Easy for me to say, I know. :) Call up your visiting teacher or Relief Society President and get that load off and then eat some popcorn and watch a movie. I love you, Amy, and everything really will be fine!
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