It’s hard to type with a giant belly blocking the keyboard and an IV limiting my movement, but there’s nothing that can stop me from updating you, dear internets.
The weather outside is dreadful, but we’re tucked in safely and I’m contracting nicely. We still don’t expect anything to happen til tomorrow around noon. A nurse should be in around midnight to wake me up and shove more drugs in my junk, but that’s all that’s on my agenda for now.
Our nurse says the patient in the room next to us should be delivering sometime tonight, so hopefully that won’t be too loud/terrifying. I’ve accepted their offer of ambien just in case.
So that’s all for now, I guess. I’m going to fall asleep soon, more from self-defense against Fool’s Gold (the horrendous movie Mr. Aggie is watching) than from exhaustion. Still, I’ve got a big day tomorrow. Tomorrow we take Lenny from inside and put him/her in the little bassinet waiting by my bed. Holy jeebus.