Last night I felt like I was 8 years old, trying to fall asleep on Christmas Eve. I woke up every few hours, too excited to sleep all the way through the night.
We had our appointment, and as expected our OB suggested that we induce this morning. The fluid level hasn't gone up, and he may not be getting the nourishment he needs. The baby is healthy, and everything else looks good.
We came across the street to the ER, and got right in. We checked into our room (a nice one, pretty big) and made some calls.
The Ptocin (sp?) was started to help Bobbie Jo's contractions start. She's nervous, but she had some Jell-o, so she's doing better.
We were told that just like any pregnancy, inducing it doesn't really speed things along, so we should be prepared for a long haul. It could take hours, or it could take days.
She'll kill me for putting this on here, but how can we document this awesome day without a picture!