I spent all day yesterday and most of the night last night stressing about today. Today, at 8am, my best friend Jessie was supposed to be induced. I'm driving down to be with her and the thought of the whole experience is scary and sickening and beautiful and amazing all at the same time and my body doesn't quite know what to do with that.
But she called at about 7am this morning and said that the nurse told her they would need to wait until at least 10am because there weren't any beds available. The hospital has seven beds and they're all full. Crazy. The nurse wanted her to wait until tomorrow, Jessie said not if it isn't absolutely necessary, so we're all in a holding pattern while we wait to find out if Patrick will be born on June 12th or not.