I can't sleep. It's hot. As a bonus-or rather after much gnashing of teeth and whimpering -the nurse managed to drag in an old school box fan they use for "women in labor" since apparently we are unable to cool off. Hmmmm, maybe its all the prostaglandins shoved in my vagina. Who knows? All I do know is that I'm probably getting about forty-five minutes of sleep tonight before the day starts at five-thirty. They will then remove the Cervadil, give me a shower, and start the Pitocin.
Despite Ben and I's best efforts BOTH sets of parents have nonchalantly decided they would come to the hospital in the morning. They said they didn't have to be in the room. They just needed to be close to us. Hell, Ben's mom offered to sit in her car in the PARKING LOT as long as she was allowed to get that close. I'm about to give up on my previously well-defined boundaries, tell the nurse to bring me my IV pain medication, and sail through the morning with both sets of parents in the room watching my Extremely High Falutin Cervix run away from the masked and gloved hands of perfectly well meaning nurses. One of whom couldn't actually find the correct, um, HOLE earlier...That should make everyone really comfy, shouldn't it?
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