FLIP FLOPS IN JANUARY

I held to my guns this morning at the doctors office when he asked if I wanted to be induced. 

He checked me and I'm still a 2. 

Baby is still high and no sign of dropping.

It took everything in my power to say, "Ah, what's another week? I'll wait and we'll give him another week to cook and see what happens." 

I was so proud of myself.

Then I called the office later to ask a question.

That question led to me inquiring a little more about being induced. 

"Well, maybe Friday wouldn't be so bad."

Then I realized it is Friday the 13th.... dom dom dom

So when the nurse called back I shyly replied with "Oh never mind, lets wait." 

That's when I overheard the doctor on the other end of the line saying, "I can induce her Saturday morning if she wants."

Saturday?

Saturday sounds good.

And it's a #9 day.

I caved. 

I couldn't say no twice.

I said "Yes! Lets do it." 

Click.

The damage was done.

Was I excited or disappointed in myself for caving?

I think I was excited.

I texted and called everyone about the exciting news. 

Finally, the end was in sight.

I really wanted to go into labor naturally, but it doesn't seem to be happening and I can't wait to meet my boy.

Then I realized my dad works on Saturday.

Can't get it covered.

Works a 24 hour shift until 8 am Sunday.

He and I want him to be at the hospital when I deliver. (not in the room of course)

But to supervise the epidural that I'm most definitely getting.

Well.... how much does it really matter if he isn't there until Sunday morning?

And then the call came in. 

The doctors office accidentally called the wrong number and it happened to be mine.

Was it a sign?

So I said, "Sorry to cancel but my dad works on Saturday and so it's not going to work." 

Tell the doctor it's all my dad's fault. (they're friends... he'd understand... and laugh. Hopefully)

So the induction is off.

I don't see the doctor again until Tuesday.

1 day after my due date.

Thanks to the holiday on Monday.

At which point I will beg the doctor to induce me on Thursday the 19th.

It was after I hung up the phone that I realized I had been more excited than I originally realized. 

Darn.

But I think it was a sign and deep down, I really want to start naturally.

Even though I love love love me a schedule.

And this way, if I end up being induced after all.... it will be out of necessity, not choice.

So after flipping and flopping all over the board.

Here we are.

Back to the waiting game.

And bouncing on the ball.

Drop baby.

Drop.