The ticking time bomb

So, here I sit 37 1/2 weeks prego and my body is one raging hormone. When did that happen? I have done so well this pregnancy keeping my cool. We moved, had a busy summer and just now I am feeling at the end of my rope. Go figure. Everything in my body is telling me that it is time for this baby to come. I have contractions every time I move...literally. Sometimes they last for an hour or two and then disappear. It leaves me anxious and tired, irritable and at a loss for self control. Last night I slept all of 20-30 minutes at a time. Between being uncomfortable and this little girl flipping around I couldn't manage to sleep much. I know, blah blah blah -- boo hoo hoo. This is what I wanted, be thankful that I have this precious one growing healthy inside of me. I remind myself of these things every day and that is the only way I can make it through. I really try not to complain, but this is my blog, so I figure I should be honest here.

So where does that leave me...a ticking time bomb. I never know if the contractions will continue. If I will actually make it to the hospital in time for an epidural, since I actually want one this time. Do I risk it and go to my due date, knowing that this could be another 9 pounder that rips me inside out. Whoever told me that it hurts the same if it is a 5 lb baby or 9 lb baby must have never had a 9 lb baby. Because those bowling ball heads can do some damage. Or do I schedule an induction a week early just to get it all going with a slightly smaller baby? Does a few ounces really matter? I am currently 3cm dilated, so really it shouldn't take much to get things rolling. So many thoughts...I just haven't made up my mind yet.