Well I'm not going to rant, but I'm also not going to make any birth announcements either.
We (mostly I) am STILL. PREGNANT.
Tomorrow I'm heading in for a little poking and prodding, in the hopes of getting something moving. It was supposed to be today, but another client at the practice beat me to labour. Our midwives have a fairly large catchment area, part of the fun of living in the sticks. They have hospital privileges at 2 hospitals, one which is a respectable 25 minutes away (where Griffin was born) and another which is a less respectable (especially in labour!) 75 minutes away. They were headed off to the 75 minute away one this evening, and had the scheduled poking and prodding been successful, I also would have had to head to said hospital if I wanted them to deliver my baby, or to the closer one where an OB would deliver the baby.
Neither of these options involve a $150.00 birthing tub (that we've already purchased) in my living room, which is where I am planning (hoping!) to eventually pop this kid out.
So we decided to reschedule.
And in the mean time, we wait. And watch The Hangover. I haven't got around to watching my weepy movie, but thought it may be more fun to try and laugh the baby out instead!
Good times, people, good times!