First things first- my new favorite person in the world (my ob-gyn) has ordered me to report to the hospital at 5:30am this Friday 25th to be induced. Woot! I'm so excited to meet Seeley (and admittedly no longer be pregnant) that I can hardly stand it. My boss is freaking out a little bit because he was counting on having me around that extra week (he was tossing out words like "irreplaceable" and really giving my ego a boost) but I assured him my internal deadline has always been this Friday in order to allow for contingencies and I WILL have everything situated for transition during my leave. He finally stopped hyperventilating when he realized that my OCD tendacies had once again saved the day. Ha!
This will be my second baby and second induction, and ladies, it's the only way to go. Granted, Emma was induced because she was a full week late, but there is nothing like having the time to prepare. Going into labor in the middle of the night and being rushed to the hospital by a sleepy and discheveled husband is all fine and great in the movies, but in real life you know that you're going to forget something or realize that you didn't shave your legs, etc. When you have an induction date (and don't accidentally go into labor before hand) you can make sure all that stuff is taken care of. And especially when you have a child already its nice to be able to make those arrangements ahead of time.
I had not dialated at all when I checked into the hospital with Emma and was only in labor with her for about 6.5 hours. I'm at a 2 now so I'm hoping Seeley will come a little sooner. I'm aiming for noon on the 25th at the latest! We'll see how well baby follows my schedule! Ha!
Moving on to Random Wednesday . . .
I've been having trouble sleeping lately so I've caught lots of new-to-me shows during my late night tv viewing. The latest, Police Women of Memphis, caught my attention this week because I have met one of the officers they are following. I flipped to this channel and there she was, Officer Olson, chasing down some hulking criminal. And this chick is tiny. So of course I had to watch the whole show and now have something else to add to the DVR list for late night baby feeding entertainment.
We actually met Officer Olson and some of her male counterparts on our recent trip to Memphis. We were grabbing a quick bite to eat at a fast food place for lunch and there were several members of the Memphis PD there as well; and as so often happens they struck up a conversation with the hubs. The conversations usually start something like this:
Police Officer: "Hey there, how are you? If you don't mind me asking, are you a cop?"
And they're off . . . .
Something about the hubs screams law enforcement or military to a lot of people. Yes, he keeps his hair cut short, but I guess it's his demeanor or something. He was a cop for a little while, but that was several years ago (thank the Lord). Maybe cops just have a sixth sense or something when it comes to identifying current or former police officers, because this actually happens to us quite often. And it still amuses me that my hubby, a self proclaimed people hater, will get sucked into random conversations like this with complete strangers all the time. And, when we're out shopping or something, it never fails that we run into at least 3 or 4 people that he knows. And at the most unexpected places. If you didn't know better you would mistake him for a socialite or something. Until he opens his mouth anyway! Ha!