Be Careful What You Wish For

So Baby Eble has already taught me a lesson: be careful what you wish for, you just might get it. In the previous post, I mentioned that I wanted to wait until after the Labor Day weekend to go into labor. I changed my mind after a few things happened:

• I started having some contractions after my OB visit on Thursday. So, we began timing them on Thursday night. Got to about 8 minutes apart, went to bed, woke up, and was still contracting some. Dominic stayed home from work with me on Friday, but by late afternoon, the contractions were dwindling.
• My mom decided to come up to Indy for the weekend, just in case. Given that I am so far effaced and dilated, she was worried that she wouldn't make it up here in time to help me labor and deliver if she waited for the call.
• I had stopped taking my anticoagulants on Thursday night since I thought labor was starting. By Saturday morning, it was clear that there was no action, so I called my docs and started up on them again. When calling the docs, I found out that my OB was on call this weekend, so I was really beginning to be hopeful that I would have the baby this weekend, while the stars were seemingly aligned.
• Dominic's Uncle Paul (the priest who officiated our marriage ceremony) was in town visiting as well, and he is scheduled to leave tomorrow morning.

All things considered, it seemed like a great weekend for Baby to join us. Baby thought otherwise. Mom and I went shopping, took walks twice a day, ate Mexican food, and drove over speed bumps nice and fast, but nothing has enticed Baby Eble to come on out.

So, Mom headed back to Santa Claus this morning, and Dominic will be heading into work tomorrow, and I'm sure he'll spend half his day explaining why he's at work and not at home with his wife and baby. Alas.