False Alarm

When I spoke to the Women's Center yesterday at 7, they told me they were pretty busy and to call back at 9.  I called back at 9 and they said things hadn't slowed down and to call back at 11.  So I called back at 11 and they said they might not be able to get me in today.  (I was handling all of this news pretty well, had to be a good example to the kids who were throwing their hands up in the air with impatience.)  So I called back at 1 and they said yeah, they currently had 7 women in labor and were not going to be able to do it today (that's Utah folks - we get the gold medal).  I was okay with that thinking we'll go tomorrow which would be fun cause it's my sister's birthday (Joseph was bragging that it would be on his half birthday), but then she said my Dr. wanted to reschedule for Wednesday cause on Tues he had some surgeries scheduled at a hospital across the valley and he didn't want to have to be in two places at the same time if he could avoid it.  That's when I felt some disappointment.  Blah, I gotta wait till Wednesday?!?  Like, that's two whole days!  Then came the self pep talk - Come on Tiff, it's been 39 weeks, you can handle 2 days.  You're okay though, you can handle 2 days.  This is not a problem. ...Although Saturday to Monday seems shorter than Monday to Wednesday.  Monday to Wed is the slowest part of the week, I shall have to think of something to keep busy.  More spray painting perhaps?  Or maybe I'll just be a lazy person and nap through it all.  I guess it's good cause I didn't have the carseat ready or gotten any baby clothes out of storage yet.  The little one is just helping to give me time to get my act together.

So I'm ok with the anticlimactic Monday we had.  Plus the kids experienced and displayed more than enough frustration for our family, (they were being a little dramatic.)  Ethan said "I wish I could take a magic drink to make me fall alseep for two days and I would just wake up on Wednesday..." Melodie said "This has been the longest day EVER!"  To help cope with the stress of waiting Mel and I went out and bought ice cream and candy, so we can sing happy birthday to the baby again tonight.  I better not be told to call back tomorrow.  Or I'm just gonna fake I'm in labor and go in.  Hopefully in the morning I'll be able to sneek off before the kids are awake, might make the waiting game easier for them.

Til tomorrow ~