No news is.......no news.

According to my doctor, I am no further along than I was last week. =/ I didn't think that by taking it easy all weekend I was actually going to be stopping progress - I thought I was only slowing it down.

I was pretty disappointed when he gave us the non-news. After he told us to schedule an appointment for next Monday (a week from today) and left, it was all I could do not to cry. I don't know why I wasn't more prepared for that kind of a report; I thought I was bracing myself for something somewhat anticlimactic, but it still hit me hard. I had thought I would be having this baby today or tomorrow, and I had thought that he would be willing to go ahead and help me out with that. I don't know why. Wishful thinking, I guess. I've been so anxious and so on edge thinking about this. Now knowing when it could happen is the worst part. Every time I leave my house by myself I think, "Is this a good idea?" I hate the uncertainty. The idea of another week of this is agony!

Fortunately, though.......there is light at the end of the tunnel. Once we left the exam room, my doctor called us into his office and said that he's gone ahead and scheduled me to be induced on Wednesday, January 14th if I haven't delivered on my own before then. While that's still a long time from now (it seems), at least there is a definite end point.

So what's my plan? Walk. Mexican food. Walk some more. Yoga. Castor oil, if I have to. I want to have this baby. I'm 39 weeks now, and it's time.