Waiting

In the words of the great Spaniard, Inigo Montoya, "I hate waiting." Really I've gotten better over then years but it's still something I struggle with. As I write this we are waiting in the hospital to hear if they are going to send us home or if they'll have us stay because Roo is going to be born.

Angel started having contractions yesterday at about 3:00 pm. They were regulars as long as she was moving or standing abut they would become irregular if she sat or lay down. Last night we prepped a few extra things (her overnight bag and mine were already packed) and she spend several hours pacing to see if it would continue labour. I tried to get some sleep with moderate success. This morning we decided to come in and have them check. So far it's mixed. Yes she has contractions but we can't tell if her water broke (we thought it might have sprung a leak) and she's not dilated beyond a 2.

So we get to wait at the hospital  for the lab results, for the doctor, for Roo. I am glad that I have a book and my iPod but this mind of waiting is the type that distracts you from your distractions. What's more, last time Angel went into labour we were in the hospital for about 14 hours. I wish the chairs were more comfortable.

Update: they are sending us home. Evedently today is most likely not the day.