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Perfect strangers on the street are beginning to reassure me that "it won't be long now!" It's a little annoying. And again I have let myself get my hopes up that my doctor will have some kind of answer for me tomorrow -- a week, a day... anything!
Sadly, I know very well that this hope will be squashed like a bug when she takes my blood pressure and sends me on my way with little more than a "I'd like to see you back here Monday!" :: sigh ::
I feel like I can't make any plans that involve traveling more than 15 minutes from the hospital, and so I'm stranded in a 10-mile radius for fear that any moment ghastly things will start gushing out of me. I just wish I could predict how this all was going to go down. My water breaking would be nice, because that virtually assures baby will be out within 24 hours. Induction would be nice for the same reason. Trying to guess at real contractions vs. fake ones = not as easy. Ah well, no way to know right now! :(
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