Send me some voodoo please!

I'm running out of things to talk about these days.  My brain is solely focused on willing my body to go into labor.  When I'm not thinking about it, I'm doing everything possible to make my water break.  Holding the kids on top of my stomach, squatting, bending, cleaning.  I'm not sleeping well at night lately, even further making my brain one tracked.  Two nights ago I got up to pee SEVEN times.  I think I would have felt better if I had not even went to sleep!

I go to the doc today to see if there's been any progression.  I'm not expecting any but then again I like to be surprised.  Hopefully I can talk him into letting me go in for an induction next weekend if he mentions it today.  Hubby is going in for the ole snip snip on Thursday and as long as my labors are, it would be good for us both to lie up in the hospital all day on Friday and rest and watch movies and stuff.  I just hope he doesn't over do it.  As usual he's waited until the last minute to do it (not realizing either of us won't be able to lift our rather "healthy" children for a little while).  I guess he's getting what's coming to him though, right?  ;oD  Ahhhh...paybacks are heck, ain't they sweetie?