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May 26, 2010

After waiting all week, STILL, nothing happened.  I never felt a contraction or anything any more uncomfortable than I already was. The next week, exactly one week later than my due date, was another appointment. Or so I thought.

I was getting ready for my doctors appointment that morning, which was suppose to be at 9:00 am. Between 8:00 and 8:30 in the morning, I received a phone call from my OBGYN. At first I thought they were calling me to see if I could come in later or something. The nurse on the phone said, “You can just head straight over to the hospital.” She went on to explain that since I hadn’t felt anything it would be best that I get induced today. She told me I didn’t have to go to the office, just to head right over to the hospital and they have a room waiting for me already.

I was in complete shock. I couldn’t believe it and that’s when I started to get nervous. I called Zach and he didn’t answer his phone, so I got annoyed immediately. I looked at the clock and realized he was most likely on his way to come pick me up anyways. So I finished getting ready. I didn’t put much make up on because I knew it was all going to come off anyways, so I tried to find other ways to stall going to the hospital.

I saw Zach’s car pull up and I met him at the front door. I told him we weren’t going to the doctors, that we were just going to the hospital right now. I remember he looked shocked and excited. He said, “Well, lets go have a baby!”

I was so not ready and was really nervous. So I continued to take my time getting ready, making sure everything was in order for when I, well…we got home. I made sure everything was clean about a hundred times. Finally when I realized there was nothing else to really do, I checked my suitcase, put it in Zach’s car, grabbed the carseat and we were on our way to the hospital.

On the way to the hospital Zach and I started arguing once again. It was over something very dumb but we were both too young to realize how unimportant it was. There we were, going to the hospital to have a baby and we were fighting. This was suppose to be an exciting time but instead we fought.