Do pregnancies ever end?

Well, of course, they do and I should remember that...but, somehow, I'm I've forgotten and I am impatient anyhow.

Yesterday Brent and I spent a good part of the day at the hospital due to false labor. Those Braxton-Hicks contractions can be tricky things. I was having regular contractions...they were getting a little closer together and a little stronger but...............nothing else was happening, so they sent me home. I was not a happy camper. I just didn't like being wrong about it being the real thing. Brent was the perfect supportive husband and told me that it would all be okay.

I spent the rest of the day dozing on and off and feeling yucky.

I reported to the doctor this morning for my regularly scheduled appointment and the conclusion was the same...still nothing else happening. My supervisor, doctor, Brent, and I made a decision that I need to stay at home until Baby Mariah arrives to rest. If Mariah doesn't make an appearance on her own then we will have her induced next Tuesday. (Something I said I wouldn't do again unless I have to...I'm officially eating my words.) It will be safe by then to induce her for sure, it will be nice to know that Brent can plan to be there (there's been a little fear for me that he would be stuck at EMS and miss her arrival), and either way, I'll have a beautiful little girl from God to add to our family probably by this time next Tuesday.

Keep us in your prayers! All of the members of our family's lives are about to change!