Yep. Still preggers.

Well, it's 8pm on the day after my due date and it appears that I'm going to break my pattern of having babies one day late.

Today has been a bit of an emotional roller coaster. I went to the OB early this morning, where there were 3 significant points:
1) I was 3cm dilated, after being "almost 2" since 36 weeks.
2) She did the ceremonial "membrane stripping," which for my first two seemed to kick things into gear and I delivered within 48 hours.
3) We discussed scheduling an induction. She said that someone would call me by the end of the day with a time for "early next week."

So I left feeling pretty good. I had made some progress, I was optimistic about the stripping, and worst case scenario, I can make it until Monday.

I came home and took the kids on a long walk in order to encourage progress, and I just enjoyed my time with them, appreciating the stage that they are in, and knowing that I won't be able to focus as much attention on them in the near future.

But then late in the afternoon, the OB office called. My induction is scheduled for next Wednesday, June 23rd. It felt like a punch in the gut.

I know that there's a good chance that I will go on my own before then, but I'm feeling very discouraged. Twelve hours after my appointment, I'm still not feeling much activity, and I expected to deliver by now because I had done so with the other two. It's tough when you have "June 16th" in your head since October, and then June 16th comes and goes with no baby.

I also have a fear that I'll experience some of the early labor stuff that I had with Katy and be in pain for several days before delivering. (I know, don't you wish you had to live with me and my irrational fears every day? Lucky Brian.)

But it's 6 more days. Six. Or less. Likely less. I can do it. And when it's over I won't even remember why it was so hard to wait those extra days, and this will all be a blur.