Live! From Baptist Hospital for Women

I haven't been hospitalized since I spent a week in ICU with bronchitis in 2nd grade. I broke that streak tonight.

Have I mentioned that I really dislike having a needle installed in my hand?

So they started the cervidil about 8:45. They said I can eat if I want until midnight, but I can't get out of bed for 2 hours. You don't tell a pregnant woman she can eat but can't go pee. That's just mean.

On the nicer side, they have offered to give me drugs so I can get some sleep between now and 5:30am when the cervidil comes out. Normally I hate taking anything that's going to knock me out, but tonight I may take them up on it. I'm going to need the rest, and I don't see sleep in my future without it. Greg's jealous. I don't think he's going to get much sleep on the less than comfy looking fold out couch.

They've got me hooked up to all the monitors, which is cool. I've been laying here listening to the little Tot-beat. Sounds like a galloping horse. Greg thinks the contraction monitor is cool. He was wishing we'd had one of those at home.

They should start the induction drugs between 6:30 and 7am. That's when the party gets started. Lets hope the cervidil does it's job, because I'm still not dilated at all. I'm afraid if I don't get anywhere with this I'm going to end up with a C-section. If that's the case, I just hope they don't wait all day to make that decision!

I guess I'll go back to thumb twiddling now. Watching the mountian ranges on the contraction monitor and hoping the Broncos can pull off a Monday night win. And start counting down until I can get up and go pee. This is going to be a long night, and an even longer day tomorrow.