Well, we’re jumpy. I have a paper to write that Zoe constantly manages to interrupt. It’s become a joke that sitting down to write will bring everything to a complete stop.
This afternoon, we had a bunch of little hints that could be waaaaaay early labor, or something to be concerned about, or absolutely nothing. Since we leave nothing to chance at this point, Becky called the doctor’s office. The nurse first said there shouldn’t be a problem. Then the nurse spoke with the doctor and said, “Head into the hospital to get checked out. The doctor will meet you there.” Writing the paper wasn’t very important at that point. We loaded the car and raced to the hospital with a nice mix of fear and anticipation.
When you get towards the end of pregnancy, babies kick a little less, or lighter. That’s going on. Zoe took care of that concern with a frenzy of kicking on the way to the hospital. With that, we knew that she was alive. We were really just going to find out if today would be the day or we would keep waiting. That’s not bad. Obviously, a whole lot of trepidation fades away when you go in knowing that your child is alive. This time, we would walk into the birthing unit with a living child. Nice.
We did a nonstress test. Zoe’s heartbeat is going strong. Some contractions are happening, and that gets our hopes up. There’s no rupture in the fluid thing, so everything is in great shape. And that’s enough to send us home for more waiting. A nice round of cheering for the uterus by all involved somehow didn’t kick things into motion.
We left the birth unit empty-handed again, but not empty bellied. We’re still full of hope, and we know this girl is getting close. I’d blame her for the scares, but we’re both jumpy enough that nobody could keep that from happening. But Zoe isn’t coming tonight. Maybe tomorrow, maybe not. In the morning, our countdown goes to 8 days until induction.
So, after all that, it’s time to write a paper again……