The contractions stayed consistent but they haven’t changed anything yet so we’re back at home. I’d like to write a witty blog post, but the truth is I’m exhausted from 12 hours of contractions and also slightly loopy from the glorious demerol they gave me as a consolation prize. Thus I am calling a night.
The triage nurses agree that I won’t make it to my induction date, but for now Lenny’s not coming. Sorry for the false alarm. Now I know more of what to look for so hopefully my cervix won’t let all of us down again.