As is the way of life, the hospital doesn’t have room for us to come in at 6 p.m. as scheduled for the gel. A bunch of women in labor recently came in. The nurse said she’d call us in a few hours when a room opens up.
I don’t know if this means that we’ll go in and have to return at midnight or six hours after the dose, which could be 3 a.m. And of course there’s no guarantee they’ll take me at any scheduled hour if the rooms are occupied.
What is so frustrating about this is that I’ve been trying to rest and nap, as has Husband, so that we have some energy when all this begins. It got to 91F today here, so it was uncomfortable and we were unsuccessful with napping. The other frustration is that we are mentally focused on this event, on action, and now we’re stalled.
Husband is more jovial about this schedule set-back. I’m tempted to rant and cry. That’s really adult behavior, very mature and enlightened, I know.
Instead, I’ll close this post by noting that:
- the roofers did not work on our roof today, so it was blissfully quiet (I don’t know if they’re finished and don’t care anymore).
- Little One was active a lot today; I had cramps and backache, and she feels lower in my pelvis.
- I’m reading a book of interesting essays.
- there will be an end to this limbo in the near future.