Still nothing. I had to go back to the hospital for another prostin treatment tonight and it sucked. There was a girl in there who was really in labor and it scared the beejebus out of me. She actually started puking at one point—yeck. (Triage is like the purgatory of L&D. You have to get past there to get admitted and there’s almost no privacy whatsoever–just flimsy curtains separating four beds.)
Anyway, triage was crazy busy so it took over three hours instead of one hour. I finally made it home, got some dinner, took a bath, and now I’m about to get a foot massage. The contractions suck balls, but they’re spread out decently. Tomorrow I go back to be violated by Dr. Doom yet again, and he’ll likely send me back to L&D to get the treatment again. Then my junk gets two days off (courtesy of the weekend) and we start again.
Are we having fun yet?