Induction

Tomorrow, Bill and I will check into the hospital to be induced.  After waiting 41 weeks, we have decided that enough is enough and it is time to evict Evan.  Right now, I am not even sure what emotions I am feeling. My emotions change every five minutes, so it is hard to track down just one.

Mainly I am feeling anxious and nervous about the labor and delivery process.  I will be getting an epidural and trust the nurses and doctors, so that helps.  But, I know it will be painful.  Or as my friend Beth puts it, it will be labor, and labor = hard work.  Perhaps it is because I have yet to feel a true contraction, but the anticipation of contractions make me nervous.  The best way I know how to describe it is as if someone wanted to pay you $1,000.00 to slap you across the face or hit you with a rubber band.  Sure, I would take the bet knowing the pain is temporary and who doesn't want a $1,000.00, but that doesn't mean I am not going to flinch every time that person comes close to me.  I just hope I remember to breath!

Aside from just beginning the process, I am not really nervous about anything else that will take place in the hospital.  Maybe the hospital is like a safe zone.  No matter what I happens, I know I will be in good hands.  I could go one for days about the various things I am nervous about once we get home, but one day at a time right. :)

Bill and I have hired a photographer to document the birth of baby Evan.  My hope for this is that not only will Bill and I be able to have these pictures to reflect back on perhaps the most important day of our lives, but also that our families who were not able to travel for Evan's birth will feel, at least in a small way, that they were part of this amazing experience.  The photographer will make a slideshow of Evan's birth (I promise it will be G-rated), and I will try to email it to everyone as soon as possible.