There is some irony that Karina is finally ready for Baby to come out and now he’s the one who isn’t cooperating. I’m convinced that, up until now, she’s kept her legs tightly crossed and was busy summoning all of her willpower to keep him locked away until she was ready for him. Baby was a prisoner in her womb. I’m sure of it!

Monday she started getting contractions at around 9 AM. They were stronger than the ones she had all last week, more consistent, and the pain from them went from her back through to the rest of her body. The contractions lasted all day and into the night. It was okay though because she was finally ready.

We went to the doctor’s office at 1 PM but there were no doctors. They were all off delivering babies. There were no nurse practitioners. They were all off delivering babies. In fact, there was nobody to do an exam. The nurses hooked Karina up to a fetal monitor and recorded the contractions and baby’s heartrate then sent us home. We were to report back a few hours later. Then again today.

After all those trips back and forth, the verdict is in: the prisoner will not be parolled. Karina hasn’t progressed at all since our appointment last Thursday.

Neither of us have slept much the last two days. We’re both tired and a little frustrated, but we know we’re going to be a lot more tired once baby arrives. Hopefully we’ll get some sleep tonight. The excitement and worry both wore off a bit with the news that today was not going to be the day.

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