+ 3

This morning nothing more had happened when I woke up. I hadn't felt Elijah move and was getting kind of worried about the lack of progress given how things were moving last night. So I called my Dr. office to find out if I could be checked for progress or what. She had me come in, then hooked me up the the monitors and measured his heartrate and my contractions for about 45 minutes. Turns out he's still fine and dandy in there -- just being a little stubborn. During the time I was hooked up I had about 5-6 decent contractions so things are still happening slowly but surely. I'm getting discouraged to tell you the truth. Oh, here's something funny. After the 1st 15 minutes of being on the monitor he hadn't moved much so the nurse had me drink some juice to see if that would get him going. It didn't. So, she got out this thing that's like a baby tazer which she used to "shock" him awake. It was more like a vibration and buzzer that's supposed to bother the baby enough to wake him up. It didn't hurt, but I found it very funny.

This afternoon Mom and I went to Erin's parent's house for a nice swim. Oh, it felt so good!! For once I didn't feel like my belly was so heavy and the cool water was just what my poor sausage feet needed. Plus, Hudson is a ridiculously cute baby and we enjoyed watching him swim. :) (Thanks for inviting us Erin!) I'm still having contractions, but not painful ones and I'm not even bothering to time them any more. I'm crabby about this situation. I'm mad that I've taken my precious time off work for nothing at this point, which I would rather save for after he's born. I'm mad for my dad who is also missing work and had to drive back to Evansville this afternoon to man the office. I'm frustrated for everyone else who is anxiously awaiting this event, over which NONE of us have any control. Dang it. Good news is that my Dr. won't let this go on any longer than Monday. But I hope it doesn't come to that.