39 1/2 Weeks - I just need to vent

On Monday a nurse called and told me if I wanted to be induced this week I should come in right away instead of my scheduled Thursday appointment. I said "I would rather be induced next week instead." My parents will be in town and it makes the baby sitting situation a lot easier. So the nurse told me to keep my Thursday appointment instead. And that was it, that is all she said.

So today I went in. First I'm told, still no change, only dilated to a 1, just like last week. Bummer. And then they drop the bomb. The Dr. will be out of town Monday to Thursday next week. (I'm due Monday). So if I go into labor I have to go to Utah Valley hospital and be delivered by a stranger.

A BIG part of the reason I picked this Dr is because I wanted to go to Orem Community not Utah Valley! Seeing my surprised the Dr said, "We gave you the option to be induced and you said no." I said "No one said you would be out of town next week or that induction next week was not an option!" He shrugs, "Let's hope you don't go till Thursday afternoon then."

I really don't know how to express how frustrating this all is! I have been praying not to go into labor before today because after today I am off work and so is Nate and my parents are almost here. Today was the day I finally get to relax, I'm ready to have this baby anytime. I've been holding my breath until today. From here on out having the baby is not complicated. But no, it just got tricky again.

Now I am more stressed then before. I need to either have the baby before Monday or wait till Thursday. YES, I realize I don't have a lot of say in this, baby will come when she is ready. It's just now I am more stressed about the WHEN then I ever was before!

One Funny Stor y Today:
I went for a pedicure to cheer myself up. I've heard there are a few pressure point on your feet and calves that can induce contraction. I mentioned that to the guy doing my pedicure. He agreed, he knows where they are, but he absolutely refused to rub those spots because "today is the 23rd, that is an unlucky number in my country, even numbers are better. You don't want to have the baby today!" I told him I really do want the baby today, but he would not be swayed. The rest of the pedicure I had to listen to all kinds of random superstitions related to pregnancy and birth and babies from his country.

When I got home I check the calendar. Today is the 22nd. An even number.