Waiting to go into labor reminds me very much of the mindset of the two week wait. Imagine if there were a pee stick test for labor hormones available at your local drugstore or discount website!
I am spending today keeping my legs crossed: the birth center doesn't have coverage from 7PM to 7AM. I am hoping that dwelling on the clausterphobic feeling that the thought of the hospital gives me will keep me from going into labor before the wee hours of tomorrow morning.
Of course, this is all making me very grouchy. I am not fit for company these days. Last night I was up until 2 with contractions and Naomi decided today would be the day she no longer wants to sleep late, she was up at 7:30. If she would take normal naps this wouldn't be so bad.
Fortunately, I have Josh as my emotional punching bag. Not that he likes this very much (who would?). But when you chastise a fully pregnant woman for letting an energetic 3 year old take a sightly longer nap than she should (we're talking 15 minutes "too long", god forbid mommy put her feet up), you deserve it. I could go on and on about how much I hate Josh right now, but let's just chalk it up to hormonal frustration and let it go, shall we?
I need to go clean. Or dance. Or something that puts me in a good mood without encouraging labor.