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Twas the Day of Induction.....

Here we are.  From the very moment I peed on that stick, and two lines appeared, I wondered what today would feel like.

Today is the day.  In just a few hours, we will be one our way to the hospital.  I had hoped that I would go into labor on my own.  I tried everything I could to encourage my body to go naturally, but for some reason my body and Haley have both been stubborn. This is probably what I am most nervous about.  From what I have read and what I've heard, most women who go in for inductions are at least dilated   Not me.  She hasn't even dropped yet.  I'm anxious that this maybe a long process, but I am hopeful that I am wrong.  12 hours of labor or 24 hours of labor--I don't care, as long as we are all healthy in the end.

I have enjoyed the quiet moments Ian and I have had the last few days.  I'm glad we put aside time to spend together, just the two of us.  When I am with him, it is like all of my anxiety and nerves melt away and I am left with the thought of how happy I am that I've been carrying a piece of him in me for the last 9 months.  He is going to be an amazing daddy.

I am all packed, well most of the way packed.  The house is clean.  The laundry is done.  The room is ready. There is nothing more I can do to prepare for her to come home.

Now I am just waiting.  Ian is napping.  I envy the fact that he can sleep right now.  I know rest is what my body needs right now, but my mind refuses to slow down.....

To help make the time pass, I decided to download some music for my Ipod.  As cliche as it is, I downloaded Creed "With Arms Wide Open".  I've basically been listening to the song on repeat.  So for now I'll leave you with a few lyrics...

"We stand in awe, we've created life
With arms wide open
Under the sunlight
Welcome to this place
I'll show you everything
With arms wide open
Now everything has changed
I'll show you love
I'll show you everything..."

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