Nine days past
Fetal monitoring last night. Baby is good. (If by good you mean healthy. However if by good you mean well behaved, not so much.)
No change in me so we've set a day for induction. We go in Saturday night at 8pm to start a drug to hopefully dilate my cervix and get the process started without Pitocin.
So I didn't realise how much I disliked the idea of being induced until I went into a minor meltdown over it last night. Although I've definitely made some headway in dealing with it, I still feel like somehow I've ran the course and then faltered at the finish line. Thank God for Karl. He helps to put it in perspective and I love him for it.