I was three days overdue with M, and Thanksgiving was coming. My doctor wanted to know if I'd like to induce before the holiday. Would I like to come in tomorrow (Tuesday) at 7:00 am and have a baby?
Um, no, I thought. I would not like to come in on Tuesday and have a baby.
Which sounds a little bizarre considering I was huge, overripe, ready to burst. And huge. Let's not forget that I was huge.
Don't get me wrong; I was ready to have him. I just wasn't ready to go into the hospital and induce with less than 24 hours notice.
Plus, I was still hoping my body would cooperate and go into labor on its own.
So, I told the nurse I'd have to think about it. After Mr. Einstein and I talked it over for awhile, I called her back.
"No," I told her, "I would not like to come in on Tuesday and have a baby. How does Wednesday sound?"
"Wednesday?" she questioned. "Well, that means you'll be in the hospital over Thanksgiving."
"Yes, yes I know."
"Okay. Wednesday it is."
So, one year ago, on a Monday not unlike today, I scheduled my first (and last) induction for Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving...