We drove over to J-town for our appointment last night and I optimistically threw my suitcase in the back just in case they'd keep us there, as in: "Oh, my! You're ready to push! And you didn't even feel the contractions? This is amazing! Ready, now, 1, 2, 3...!"
Or something like that.
Except, instead, the doctor smiled and said, "There's no change from last week." And last week there was no change from the week before. And the week before that there was no change from when I was twelve.
So when we got home I took my suitcase out of the car and dragged it back into the baby's room.
Maybe tomorrow.
1 comment:
Oh, boy, do I know that feeling. Hope you are feeling ok despite being anxious for everything to "get going." Can't wait to hear!
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