A Super Lame Update
But here's the catch - I was on the list for yesterday, but it can be any number of days, depending on what other emergencies come in, the availability of beds, and all that fun stuff. Since it's now 3:15am the following day, you would be correct in guessing that I did not get in for Friday. Booo! So now we wait.
I have to tell you, it's not a fun waiting game. I almost thinks it's worse than just waiting to go into labour naturally. Because now, instead of just watching my body for signs, I'm waiting for my phone to ring, and it could change at any point during the day!
For instance, if they have already called me in the morning and said that today wasn't the day, but they manage to get through all their extreme high risk cases, they can still call me in the afternoon and go "Hey! Now we can take you - get your ass down here." And then I go.
I know, this makes me sound whiny doesn't it?
But it's just as well Friday wasn't the day - I was up most of the night with one shit-kicker of a headache, and it's now evolved into a full blown migraine, still pulsating 24 hours later. I was in bed with the curtains closed and a cold cloth on my head for most of the day yesterday, and even popped as much Tylenol as I could, which I've been trying to avoid.
And for any of you that get migraines, you'll know that it's hard to concentrate on anything else when you have one. I'd rather my head feel better and have a fighting chance of concentrating on labour - because migraines make me incredibly selfish, and unable to think of anything else.
I feel bad for husband too. He's trying to be sweet, and supportive, and helpful, but I'm just kind of at that "irritated at everything beyond any rational thought" stage. But the nurse reminded us that that was normal, and that it would all be over soon.
And it will be, we know. We've just never been patient people...