After we discovered Junior was, once again, head down, the doctors sent me home. I have made arrangements with my midwives to deliver with induction at the hospital. At first, I didn’t know if I could stand the suspense.
Turns out I’m just fine with it.
At 7:15 a.m., Dan and I stopped at Pamela’s for California French toast (with bananas!) and blueberry crepes. It was heavenly, although for a breakfast place, I’d have thought Pamela’s would have better coffee. What’s up with that?
I drank decaf, because after breakfast, we went home, where we promptly passed out. As you may imagine, neither one of us could sleep last night. I got three and a half hours from 11 p.m. to 2:30 a.m., and Dan slept from 1 a.m. to 4 a.m. So: yeah. I was unconscious before I was in bed, I’m pretty sure.
A nap was never so beautiful.
Spent the day just enjoying time. (Well, okay, also finishing up a couple of things.) I took the girls to go see Tangled, and I am so glad I did.
First: it’s a neat twist on the Rapunzel tale. Second: It was Kate’s first movie, and she was, literally, entranced by it. Every time I looked over at her, she was intent on the screen, her mouth hanging open. We did have to leave briefly — one part got a bit intense, and she said, “We’ll come back when it gets better.” And we did. Third: The 3D version is AMAZING. I hadn’t seen any new 3D movies before Tangled, and I get what the fuss is about now. Too cool for school. Fourth: I bawled my eyes out, as did the girls at one point. I dont know if my own tears can be attributed to seeing the movie with my daughters, sleep deprivation, hormones, or some combination of all of the above, but it was totally worth it.
And now, for take two. I feel like I’m on familiar ground, going in for an induction. This is what I know, this is what I’ve experienced. The relief of being back here (knock on wood) is exhilarating, frankly.
I’m more ready now. I really feel that way. And I’m glad to feel that way, on surer ground.