Still having contractions, but not as frequent this morning as last night.

I really hope all this "false" labour means I get like a four hour real-labour-to-delivery time... and not that my body just has no clue how to make the next step.

Starting to think about what needs to be done in the next week... probably need to book a few ultrasounds to check up on things. I guess I'm going to have to get referred to an obstetrician after my midwife appointment this week to book the repeat c-section (boooo) if this kid doesn't come out on his own. I won't be induced again; knowing what effect those drugs had on my body, I think it's a bit too risky to try after having had a c-section with Wil. I really didn't want to go down that road (dealing with Wil and the baby by myself at two weeks post-major-surgery is a bit terrifying) but I can't very well be pregnant forever. Bleh.

Starting to get kind of depressed by the whole thing. I was annoyed and whiny before, but now I've just kind of given up on this child ever making an appearance on his own. We've tried half the old wives' tales out there to make a baby come out; nothing is working. I can't be bothered to try any more.

Just another crappy day at 9 1/2 months pregnant. :(