In the Hospital...

So starting from scratch takes a long time, I am finding out. It's nearly two o'clock in the afternoon, and I'm barely having any contractions. The doctor broke my water at around eight this morning, and I've been impatiently waiting ever since. We have walked miles in the hallway and gazed longingly at the newborns in the nursery in our attempts to coax Charlotte out. Any moment now the nurse is going to come in and start me on a small amount of Pitocin to try and encourage contractions. Sigh.

I'm writing this because Stephen thought it would be neat to have a post from the hospital. I think it would be neat to have lunch... and a baby!