The Flip Has Been Switched

(Update note: It's been pointed out to me that I messed up the saying. It's the switch that has been flipped. See, I'm so grumpy I'm dyslexic about common sayings. Ugh!)
I have some pretty rough days over the last week and a half. But, the days that weren't so bad kept me going and even the days that were bad I tried to do at least a little something productive. Today, I woke up and I was DONE DONE DONE!!Done with all capitals. The flip has officially been switched to get this baby out of me.

I am HUGE!
(Don't let the smile deceive you. This picture was taken yesterday.)

A lot of this probably had to do with the fact that I thought it was going to happen last night. Mike's parents were over yesterday for the official briefing of the wheres and whys of taking care of Dylan while I'm in the hospital and Mike is trucking back and forth between home and hospital. Then, around 5 last night, I started having contractions.....real ones, I think. At least they were very different than the Braxton Hicks ones I've been experiencing for the last 2 months. By the time I went to bed around 11 though, they were about 2 hours apart. Obviously, far from going to the hospital. After 3 am, they stopped. Also when I went to bed, there was a snow storm going. Perfect (bad) timing for a baby to come, right? Well, by the time I got up this morning, realized contractions just weren't happening anymore and the snow had stopped, I realized desperate measures needed to be taken.

Dylan has been waiting and waiting for a snowfall....ever since we got our Halloween storm. Yep, this is the first snowfall since. A very odd winter for Boston indeed! I followed the boys out mostly to take pictures then realized I should grab a shovel and help. What harm could it do? Put me in labor? Well, great! So far, all it's managed to do is to make my back hurt even more.

Helping to Shovel

The Boys at Work

Snow Angels

Dylan Snow Angel

Trying to Taste the Snow

Snowball Fight!

Deer Tracks in the Snow

After we came inside to get ready, I called the massage therapist. There are pressure points that are said to help to induce labor. I had an appointment there at noon and gave explicit instructions to work all those spots well. I followed up that appointment by some lunch that included some spicy salsa. Still nothing.

I'm grumpy. Really, really grumpy. I've spent the rest of the day trying to avoid people, Mike and Dylan included, because I am just not a joyful person to be around at the moment. I'm extremely uncomfortable, extremely done and ready for this boy to come out.


Tomorrow I have an appointment. My doctor said she would try to do something to my cervix tomorrow that, in 50% of cases, does induce labor. If nothing happens tonight, let's hope that works. Because after that point, she'll try and do a more official hospital induction as soon as possible. However, given that my medical chart's due date of the 20th is past my calendar's date (ie the true 40 weeks) of the 15th, we'll get the boot pretty quickly if our bed is needed as I'll be a pretty low priority case until at least a week past the 20th. For every one's sake that has to encounter my sour attitude, let's hope this show happens much sooner rather than later.