The Waiting Game

The Waiting Game began for us on Sept. 8, our newest little ones due date. All day it seemed that I got asked, "When are you due?" Let me just tell you, if you are antisocial and wish to be avoided by people, then answer, "Today." Immediately they are ready to be away from you. I guess for some people, they actually go into labor on their own and have the whole breaking water thing. That has never happened for me and this is #4. I was determined to wait this one out, determined that just once I would get to time contractions, call the parents and grab Donnie from a deep and restful sleep with the words, "Honey, it's time." Fast forward a week - ultrasound shows that little man's estimated weight is 9lbs. 11 oz. I give in. No longer shall I try to wait him out. Now we decide that pitosin shall once again be thrust into my veins and I will get to choose a day for this, or more importantly, which doctor I want to deliver. We pick Thursday and are told to call at 5am. We call and are told to call back at 7:30 because there are no beds. Guess what? Called at 7:30 - still no beds. They tell us, "Don't call us, we'll call you - when we get a bed." Apparently there are others, quite a few who celebrated the holidays and apparently these people were able to labor on their own. I will try not to hate them when I get there, while we are waiting on this kid...