So I'm scheduled for an induction on Thursday morning ...and I'm crossing my fingers that it'll happen on its own before then. I'm a little worried about being hooked up to an IV and restricted to a bed for the whole day (I'm assuming that's how it goes?). This is almost worse than not knowing when I'll go into labor, because I have something specific to worry about now.

The only reason I shower lately is just in case I go into labor. Don't want to show up at the hospital with hair that hasn't been washed in a week.

I look in the mirror and I still can't believe that's me, that there's a baby in my stomach, and that she is going to be born any day now. We have all the supplies, everything is set up and ready and waiting... it feels like the eye of the storm, like an eerie calm before all hell breaks loose. Up until now I have not worried about being at home all day with just me and the baby and the dog. It's all been hidden in some distant future that I didn't have to think about. I've been working from home for a day and a half now, and I didn't realize how much being at work was keeping me distracted from such thoughts. Now I just sit here and look around and wonder what it will be like when she is here.