Ok people -
I hate reading whiny blog posts. You probably do too. But due to mass amounts of inquires it's much easier to respond once.
We were instructed to call labor and delivery at 5:00 pm to see if we could go up.
In short - "Too many babies being born in Cache Valley. Call back at 7:00 pm."
7:00 pm - "TOO too many babies still being born. You inducing people don't matter. Wait longer. Try again at 10:00 pm."
It's now 9:11 pm and at least
24 helped an hour pass. However, I have little hope for the coming hours. Why this baby doesn't want to come to me in this very annoyed/fuming/desperate-to-be-unpregnant state, I have know idea...
So if the above sentences were an 8th grade math story problem, your end solution would equal this:
1 very ticked off Laci and 1 very lightly-stepping, trying-to-be-supportive-through-Laci's-frustration-tears-even-though-the-hard-stuff-hasn't-even-started-Nate.
The End
P.s. And just a little hormonal not sarcastic in anyway thought:
If anyone has the urge to "remind" me that once she's here I'll wish I was still pregnant, or smugly smile while saying "they're easier in you than they are out", or tell me to get my last few hours of peaceful sleep (cause let's be honest, could you really sleep right now if you were me??), or any other "meant well" tidbits, I just might have to delete your comment, and/or not ever look at your blog again.
:)