I'm ready to go.
Well. Kind of.
Well. The bag is packed. In the car, even.
Today, I don't feel so good. I'm assuming these are just regular old Braxton-Hicks contractions, but I guess the next few hours will tell. I had, for the first time today, a thought: "I'm going to have a baby in the next 36 hours".
Now that I've typed it, I've officially jinxed it, so Baby E won't come along for another three weeks.
I've been following doctor's orders and taking my blood pressure three times a day. It? Also, not good. I'm still hovering right around 150/100. I'm hoping at my 8:30 appointment tomorrow they don't put me on bedrest. Or send me to be induced.
While I'm confessing? We never took a childbirth class. It was a combination of scheduling conflicts, dealing with house drama, and just never getting around to it.
Are we screwed?