oh what a end to the week~

Friday at work, my department had a "baby shower" for me. They brought in food and some gifts for the baby.

I left for my Drs appointment. The doctor said 80% effaced and 3cm dilated with and anterior cervix. She said she thinks that the baby is about 7 lbs. She also asked about induction. I never believed in that, but the more I thought about my delivery with Owen, the more I realize that it was pretty much an unscheduled induction. My water broke, I never had contractions, and so they pumped me full of pitocin. She said that I was a good candidate for the induction due to the stats above, and since I LOVE LOVE this Dr, that meant I could pick to have the baby with her!! So with much hesitation, I said "yes". We picked March 7th (which I like the ring of 3-7-11) and left the Drs office happy as a lark.

Until I fell in the parking lot- well technically the SIDEWALK. You know where someone was shoveling, and where all the old/ handicapped people go.
I promptly get myself off the ground since a pickup truck was flying around the parking lot and I didn't want to get run over.

I get back to work (in much pain, and yes in my ass/very lower back), and called to leave a message for the Dr, and also to make sure they salted the damn walkway. The advice nurse gave me ideas for fixing my boo boo, and at some point she says "you didn't tell me you're pregnant". Well hell A-holes. She knew I had an appointment with that Dr, and I am sure its notated in my chart. Anways, she then decides to call the Dr. This great advice nurse tells me I have to go to the hospital now. I said Now? the weather is awful and my husband isn't close. She said "you can't drive yourself?" Well I had enough of her.

I work with 99.9% all women, and it got crazy. Mary took me, and Jason met me up there. I had to have a non stress test to monitor the baby and contractions-a total of 4 hrs. Contractions were about 2-3 minutes apart and I only went to 3.5cm. Toward the end they were further apart, and were not getting any more intense.

Today I think I lost "the plug"... so here we are... The waiting game continues. But at least now I know that if nothing else- March 7th I will be at the hospital at 7 am!