The week I was due with Lily was anything but relaxing! I really wanted to go into labor on my own, but as my due date came and passed, I was almost convinced it would never happen.
(Due date) June 22nd: Spin Class at the gym, walk 2 miles
June 23rd: SET class (Strength Endurance Training), walk 2 miles, have Marci and Marcus over to build shelves in all of our closets.
June 24th: Caulk and paint shelves ALL. DAY. LONG. House is in shambles, so I decide that not going into labor is a very good thing!
June 25th: Put closets back together, clean entire house, do laundry. Okay...NOW I can go into labor!
June 26th: Go see Toy Story 3 (which made me cry, by the way...), go to Family Reunion, relax! Induction scheduled for tomorrow morning at 8:30 am. Drop kids off at Joe's parents' house for the night.
June 27th: Wake up at 1:30 am to go to the bathroom. Try to go back to sleep (after opening dishwasher to make sure dishes are dry enough to put away in the morning), and realize that I'm having intense contractions every 6 minutes. Try to convince husband that I'm serious as he tries to convince me that it's just anxiety! Leave the house at 2:30 am, get checked into room at 3 am. Tell the nurse that I'm not getting an epidural. Change my mind after she tells me I'm a 4 as I listen to my sleepy husband trying to coach me on how to breathe. Get an epidural, then immediately feel pressure. Had I known I was already a 9, I would have held off on the pain meds! Feel ready to push at 4 am, wait 15 minutes for the doctor to arrive, push 5 times, then meet baby Lily at 4:42 am! Going into labor on my own is the way to go! From the time I woke up, I only had to wait 3 hours to meet this angel baby...
