Figures

How many times is Ike going to prove to me that he is a carbon copy of his father before he even gets here?
Yesterday's experience:
Before going to bed Monday night i say a pleading prayer asking that i get some sleep as i will be as anxious as a kid on Christmas Eve and i will need all the sleep i can get. I also begged Heavenly Father to allow my water to break in my sleep so that i wouldn't have to get the Cytotec. I guess Heavenly Father decided that i would be better off with sleep.
I woke up at the same time as Jimmy (which is crazy early for me-although i guess i'd better get used to it) and felt pretty refreshed. Jimmy however looked at little lackluster, i think it literally JUST hit him the night before that Ike is most definitely on his way, if not Tuesday VERY soon. Jimmy gave me a blessing before we went our seperate ways. Jim to work (but available in case labor did indeed start) and me to Dallas to see Cherie.
I get to the Birth Center and it's time to get down to business, Cherie checks on Ike and we listen to his heartbeat for a while and then time to insert the Cytotec. I expected this horsepill to be inserted into my cervix, HA! The darn thing was half the size of a tic tac! I think i would have preferred a horsepill because i was not very confident that such a tiny dose of medicine would get my stubborn child out, i was right! After an hour of not being allowed to move (don't want to dislodge the barely there pill), Cherie is rather shocked that i feel nothing (except Ike kicking the crap out of me), so she removed the pill, opens a new bottle and inserts another tic tac (seriously mints could beat up this tiny little pill). Another hour of waiting and no progress and Cherie makes a comment about like father like son (ya think?). Then she decides to remove the pill again and give me the oral dose, with a warning that cramps should begin in an hour (yeah right, that's what i was told about the first 2 doses).
I get home, sleep for half the day (i am told that it would probably be a long night and that i would need my rest) and wake up to contractions that are not in the least bit painful. Jimmy gets home a short while later and i force him to walk with me. I was so excited during my walk because for the first time i was having REAL contractions! They stuck around for a couple hours, and even became somewhat regular, but as of this morning? Nada. This kid is gonna drive me batty! I take back all the cars and girlfriends i promised him, he didn't fulfill his end of the bargain.