It's Sunday at 2:15 (Central). Which means the membrane stripping did not work.
I swear I can feel him smirking in there. But I have to laugh myself- or maybe AT myself- he's a little bugger. He's not coming out until he's ready!
There have been some progressions, so it seems this labor-thing is going forward. I've got another check in the box. No real contractions and his Dad just said to whoever's on the phone: "he's in no real hurry." It's not even his due date yet, so he can hang out for a couple more days.
Maybe I shouldn't be so ready to get him out. One day, be it the first day of school or some teenage year, he'll be the one pushing me out.
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