Home again, home again, jiggity jig.

We are home again, Ziggy still comfy in the womb.

We checked in this morning at the hospital, jazzed and ready for a long and productive day. I let the nursing staff know that I expected a refund if they sent us home again without a baby! We've become the celebrity couple on the floor that's been trying all week to have a baby.

We saw the midwife who informed us that my cervix had not changed at all, still keeping a tight hold on Ziggy.

So, after a long talk about how/why we had gotten to this point and what the plan should be for moving forward, we canceled the induction. I'll spare you the details, but when weighing all the issues out on the table, the overriding factor is that both I and Ziggy seem to be medically stable and I'm just not quite ready to end this pregnancy yet.

So, with another ultrasound and check-up scheduled for Friday, we're going to monitor closely and wait for things to change (either for the good...meaning my water breaks or contractions start w/o any help and we move ahead on our own, or for the not-so-good, meaning my blood pressure spikes or Ziggy seems lethargic and not able to tolerate things and that will require intervention).

Of course, as we were waiting for the nurse and the discharge paperwork, I was still on the monitor and had a three-minute contraction which sent Ziggy's heartrate much lower than it should go. So, we then spent three more hours monitoring things, and added a cocktail of fluids and Pitocin to trigger contractions and watch how Ziggy did through them. S/he passed with flying colors!

This child clearly already has a warped sense of humor. Add that to the big head and stubborn streak, and I guess we're in for a treat, a mini version of the two of us!

We're of course disappointed, but relieved that Ziggy is fine, I'm fine, Joe's fine, and convinced that at some point we might actually get to yell out, "It's a boy/girl!!!"

We rode the elevator down with a brand new dad on our way out today, and it gave me goosebumps as he gushed about this new feeling he couldn't explain. His joy was literally pulsing in him, he couldn't not tell us, strangers in the elevator, about it.

I can't wait for that moment. It's going to be amazing.

As Woody Allen said, "If you want to make God laugh, tell Him about your plans."