Nothing’s going on, and I’m getting a little sad.
Actually, I’m getting depressed.
I really thought today would be the day.
I REALLY don’t want to get induced, but I had to do some fancy talking to let me doctor push me off til’ Wednesday. I won’t go into it all here, but I have about 12 risk factors that say I should’ve been induced last week.
But here it is Tuesday morning and I just want to walk around the house and cry.
Crying doesn’t induce labor — but it does make your husband (who has already started his parternity leave) nervous.
I don’t even have the will to IM or read blogs. I mean, I read a few — but I didn’t even comment. I did yoga for about 5 minutes, but then I started to cry… and yoga and crying don’t really mix…
That’s where I’m at people.
I guess I’ll go read my scriptures. I’ve said so many prayers this morning, I’m fairly sure God is tired of me.
In other news, today is the 8 year anniversary of my uncle’s death. I was kinda hoping he’d put in a word for my “upstairs”. He was one of the funniest, genuine and amazing men I ever knew. Our whole family still misses him tremendously.