So! I am in the hospital watching my husband and my sister eat in front of me AGAIN. And this time I am starving!
We held out most of the day because both od us were so paranoid about being sent home from the hospital again. Around 4 things got bad. I thought they were bad before, but no. This was bad. I finally insisted on the hospital with the intention of begging on my hands and knees if I wasn't far enough along. When we got here and they checked me and I was 6 cm, I let out a very loud THANK YOU JESUS.
In the next hour I got an IV and an epidural from the same lady who yelled at me last time (and didn't really yell at me this time, but kept saying, "MARGARET. YOU CANNOT MOVE. MARGARET. STOP PLEASE." And I'm all I'M HAVING CONTRACTIONS WOMAN!)
And all of that was just as whirlwindy and adrenaline rushy as it was the first time. But now I've calmed down a bit (at least my teeth have stopped chattering) and we are watching CNN and eating our Burger King. Well, SOME of us. I am 8 cm and the nurse says she thinks I'll have the baby by 11. I told her I'm not ready for that. I need some sleep and also some Coming Down Off The Scary Labor Ledge. I never updated Twitter today because I couldn't decide what to say. Either "TWO IS ENOUGH" or "I'M LIKING THE IDEA OF A SCHEDULED C-SECTION."
Anyway. I'll let you know. Like you aren't sitting in your pjs eating popcorn and refreshing my website every five minutes.