Square Peg,

Yet again, I find myself a square peg in a whole doctor's office full of round holes.

After my night of contractions, I arranged for someone to watch the kiddos while I drove to the doctor's office. I waddled all the way across the parking lot, looking a lot like Yosemite Sam. The midwife checked me and, lo and behold, I was a whopping 6cm dilated. Who in the heck drives to the doctor (via Chick-Fil-A), limps it from the car to the door on their own at a 6? No one. Absolutely no one. But me.

If it were next week, or even Saturday, they would simply break my water and we'd be in business. But, because I'm 36 weeks 3 days, it's more complicated. The doctor called a maternal fetal specialist to see what they thought about breaking my water. They said they wouldn't without me being in active labor. So, I was sent to the hospital to hope for active labor.

And, here I sit. I have walked the halls, climbed 3 flights of stairs, did some squats... I'm not quite sure how I can NOT be in active labor. As of this moment, I am having contractions. They may be able to break my water if I show some cervical change. I am so frustrated. I understand where the hospital is coming from... but my situation is completely crappy! They said if labor can't start on its own, then they said they want to do an amnio in the morning to check and see if her lungs are mature before breaking my water. I don't want an amnio. I don't want to stay here. I want to either un-dilate and go HOME or dilate and have my baby girl!

So, I guess I need to get up and go walk the halls once more...