Did I say seven days to go?

I went to the doctor this morning for my weekly check up. Blood pressure is good. Baby's heart rate is good. My induction is was scheduled for Tuesday, December 13th.

My doctor checked to see how well my body's prepared for the pending delivery of baby #2 and I'm already dialated 2cm.

Then he chuckled and began saying, "Hmmmm.....hmmmm....hmmmm..."

I responded, "What ~exactly~ are you 'hmmming' about????"

He smirked and gave a little laugh and told me he doesn't think I'll last till Tuesday!

He told me to gather my things and he was going to go call Labor and Delivery! Eeks!

He comes back into the exam room and tells me that he really wanted to get me in to labor and delivery this week, but that they are booked solid and SO busy - so he put me in the first open spot of Monday the 12th at 6am. BUT! He isn't sure I'll be able to last that long.

So naturally although I was smiling on the outside, I was freaking out on the inside!

I had intended to run errands today and do some household chores like laundry and vaccuuming and all that other REALLY FUN stuff...but I changed my plans to just sit and relax with my legs crossed.

For my own sanity, I am going to focus on Monday now as my delivery date. I've got packages arriving full of presents for my family that I have to sign for etc...

I can't go into labor RIGHT NOW.