Induction

Today was the day the midwives offered to induce me.

I'm still pregnant, though, because I love my husband and really want him to be a part of this process.

When I first got pregnant, I told everyone, "Hey, I had a 9 pound baby. I think I have earned the right to be induced 3 weeks early. The worst damage to my body happen in Quinn's last few weeks. I'm not doing that again."

Then Tim quit the band and got back on the CFA train. Big test, hard to pass, most people don't pass, even more people don't try. The test is on the 6th, and after much discussion, Tim and I made a deal that we would not use any interventions to have the baby until after the test. Dear me.

That was easy to say a few months ago, but now I am back in the stage where, "The worst damage to my body happen in McKenna's last few weeks...."

So, last night I told Tim with whimpers in my eyes, "I have to get induced tomorrow or I will die." He was really nice about it.

"Baby I totally get it. If that it what you need to do, that is totally fine with me. ..... (soft really nice voice) I just can't be there."

Of course, I am not going to let that happen. But I think he really would have understood. Great Guy.

As often as I have said in the last two months that I do not want to be induced. I do want this baby out of me ASAP. Let's get this show on the road. So I will probably cave.

The midwives have me penciled in to get induced on the 8th. I'll probably do it. I'm ready. The house is ready. The baby is ready. Quinn is ready. Let's do this.