Greetings from Good Sam Hospital! We checked in this evening for an induction because this kid doesn't seem to want to take leave on his own. I mean, come on kid, we couldn't find a brighter flashlight, why would you not move towards it?
So we're here, we've been here for four and a half hours, jparks has almost broken some probably very expensive medical equipment, and I've been given a drug to start labor but we won't have any changes for at least a few more hours. In fact, I don't suspect there will be anything interesting going on in my uterus until midmorning on Friday.
And that's all I've got for now. Thank you to everyone that sent well wishes my way over on twitter but really you might all want to pray for jparks since I'm not sure how well he'll fare once the contractions start. I might not be at my pre-pregnancy strength but I'm fairly certain I can deal some serious damage to him. Thank goodness I found where they keep the smelling salts in my delivery room. Actually they're in a drawer with some medical tape, so maybe I'll grab both and tape the salts to his face. That way when I punch, not only will I take him out, but I'll open the salts at the same time and he'll be back on his feet almost instantly. I don't want to toot my own horn, but crap, this plan is brilliant.