It's 5:41am, and I'm up.
Why? Not because Charlie is here yet and ready to be fed. Not because Jack is teething and having a hard time sleeping. Nope, my dog *has* to poop these days at the crack of dawn. While somewhat annoying, I couldn't imagine having to wake someone to let me go to the bathroom, only to be told to go lay down for another 2 hours.
Hersh is now snoring on the kitchen floor while I sit up wondering what to do. Part of me says to curl up and catch some more sleep, while another part of me wants to relish these quiet mornings while they still exist.
By Monday morning at this time we will be at the hospital checking in to have Charlie. Because of my history of high blood pressure, with Jack 2 yrs. ago and again these past few weeks, my doctor still wants to induce me. The plan is to go in at 5:30am on Monday when they will start pitocin and kick-start full labor.
My appointment yesterday with Dr. Riley went beautifully. My blood pressure is down to a more normal level, and I've finally started to dilate. I'm almost to 2cm, which is finally a move toward labor.
I was really worried about induction when there was no progress other than my high blood pressure. To hear I was 2cm yesterday means my body is starting. That makes induction for this blood pressure issue seem better to me, mainly because Charlie is actually a bit ready himself. Plus, this is now the exact set-up I had with Jackson. I was dilated to 3cm when they induced him and it went beautifully. Here's hoping that happens again!
So two more mornings before life takes another huge turn.
Perhaps I'll sit here and enjoy the peace.