Seems I wasn’t wrong in saying Little Man would soon be on the way; the blood pressure decided enough was enough earlier and so the decision was made to induce me at 37 weeks.
Currently writing this from a bed in the High Dependency Unit, where they’ve applied gels and are letting nature do her thing and be over ridden by synthetic stuff. I’m sure it’s doing great stuff. I can feel it doing something anyway. Hoping it’s actually being productive instead of just arsing around because it’s not exactly a picnic.
Guess we are just going to have to wait and see. I’m being told to take a nap, and they’ll see what progress I’ve made in 25 minutes. Fingers crossed!
Four Walls, Rainy Days 