The waiting game.... not exactly the greatest game of them all!

So for the past... ohhhh... 9 months or so, I have been raving about this wonderful day! Yes, June 14th was that day I had been raving about and anxiously awaiting for 9 months. I had envisioned myself, waking up that morning, gently placing my hand on my stomach, while looking at Michael and calmly saying, "It's time". Then we get dressed, get in the car and arrive at the hospital, where I have a nice and easy and quick labor, get to hold my healthy son for the first time, and everything would be right with the world..... well... that little fantasy didn't exactly come true.

2 days before I was due... I vacuumed the house and Michael and I went to the Victoria Gardens where we *thought* we'd be having our last restaurant meal at the Yardhouse and going to a movie. I indulged in popcorn and some Junior Mints, all the while thinking... "this will be the last time I can do this for a while". Saturday, the day before my due date, Michael and I spent the entire day doing NOTHING. And let me tell you, for us, that is an AMAZING feat. We are always on the go and always doing something, so to spend the day watching movies and eating grilled cheese sandwiches was a real treat. We figured that resting was the best thing for us, considering we knew labor was so close..... Yet... Sunday rolls around... and low and behold..... no contractions. No feelings of labor, NOTHING! Just the Lakers winning the Finals and Michael and I BBQing steaks for dinner! This was CRAZY!!! I had waited and waited for Noah's due date to come, and here it was... and he had yet to grace us with his presence. SO I figured he had to come in the next few days right???? WRONG!!!

It is now 4 days past my due date and still I sit, babyless, and feeling like I am going to be the only woman on the face of this planet that will eternally be pregnant. I fear that once I do finally give birth, my son is going to come out sporting a full-faced beard, smoking a cigar, and inquiring about stock investments, while sipping on some Jack Daniels and smacking the nurses asses.... Is this kid EVER going to get here?!? At our doctors appointment yesterday, the doctor told me that I am not even dilated a cm yet, but my cervix is at least thinning out. So she scheduled me for an induction on Sunday morning, Fathers Day, at 8AM. So basically, I have 3 days left to wait for him to come on his own, and if he doesn't then off to the hospital we go to be induced.... which I am really not looking forward to considering all the horror stories I've heard from EVERYBODY I've talked to that has ever been induced.

So I sit here and wait... and wait.... and wait... and wait and it's driving me insane! I mean it's reassuring knowing that in 3 days or so that all this will be over with and that I'll have my beautiful baby boy to hold, but it has been an everlasting eternity getting to that point. I am really hoping that Noah decides to come on his own, before we're induced on Sunday. In fact, I am headed out for a walk down to the country club and the lake in hopes I might walk him into labor.... I am going to make this baby come out if it's the last thing I do! LOL