Steven and Robyn Weidler

So "baby girl" must have thought that life in the womb was pretty cozy because she was not coming.  She appeared to be getting ready to come weeks before her due date so we didn't even discuss induction.  The days passed and still nothing except lots of contractions that didn't progress.  She didn't come by her due date so we had to have the talk.  My midwife wouldn't let me go past 41 weeks.  So that meant I could let her try to come on her own and be induced at my 41 week mark (Sunday, August 14) or anytime before (my appointment was on August 9).  My midwife said I could even go to the hospital that day and have the baby if I wanted!  So tempting after waiting all this time, but if I could choose when to have the baby, I figured I may as well give myself time to get prepared.  My bag had been packed for at least a month, but our lives would change forever once she came, I figured I'd give myself time to get in gear mentally and clean my house.  I also wanted to wait a few days to see if I would go into labor on my own.  My intent was to have a natural delivery (no epidural) and having to be induced would greatly reduce the chances that I would be able to have her without meds.  Steve told me anytime that I chose to be induced was fine with him.  I thought about Tuesday afternoon and Friday seemed to be the best day.  My mom was in town so she would be there and also Steve's mom was coming into town on Saturday so she would be able to come to the hospital.  I planned to tell Steve Wednesday morning before I called my midwife.  Well Steve wakes me up Wednesday morning and thinks we should go then!  I couldn't believe it!  He gives me reasons why we should go then and in my sleepy stupor all I hear is something about making it to his football game on Friday night to officiate.  I said "No way."  I'm wasn't going to the hospital right then so that he could make it to his football game!  We were having a baby!!  That we'd waited for for an awfully long time to boot!  He went on to work and by the time I got in touch with him to discuss the matter it was mid morning and too late to it that day.  Hallelujah!  He also explained that choosing Wedesday wasn't about football.  Phew!  He told me to choose a time and pray about it and let him know.  For some reason I choose Thursday and it felt right when I prayed about it.  Steve felt good about it too.  When I called the midwife she said that there were so many inductions scheduled at our hospital that they couldn't schedule me BUT that I could call that morning if I was having contractions (which I had been having off an on for days) and they could work me in.  So Thursday it was...we hoped.