Eviction notice signed!

Righto.

It's official.

Jelly is lazy (just like Mommy) and does not want to come out - so we're going to tear the walls down. One by one. Beginning this Sunday.

This Sunday at 5:30pm we go to the hospital. After a quick cervix check, and providing I haven't started to dilate on my own, we send me off to a room where I will be given some nice prostaglandin gel to try to get the cervix to ripen properly. Then I get to spend the night at the hospital.

Step 2 - if nothing happens on its own. We break the waters (woo-hoo. I am so looking foward to that).

Step 3 - the pitocin drip.

Step 4 - call all relatives and have a baby.

At least that's how it's done when everything follows a type A personality plan.

Which would be really nice. I don't think I'm a true type A, but I do enjoy a good schedule. Please note that any of the above mentioned steps are subject to change. The medical team can insert a "send me home" anywhere they like up to and including "call all relatives and have a baby."

So that's the current update. I really want to get this over with soon because I continue to have REALLY weird dreams and I don't think I can handle much more of that.

So with any luck this will be the last post before the Jelly makes its appearance and we can finally give it a real name.

Symptoms at the moment:

Insomnia. Thank the hairy gods for Diclectin. It's not working 100%, but it's helping.

Nesting. I'm gonna' go vacuum now.

Braxton Hicks. Slowed to a crawl.

Dancing Jellyfish. I wonder if Jelly is aware of Mommy's innate lack of rhythm?

Hip soreness. Only when I try to sleep.

Weird dreams. Expected to get worse.

Fatigue. In between bouts of nesting.

Yup, that's it.

Ciao!

-HLC