And waiting some more...

With Grandma Jaylene's departure only 3 more days away, I was desparate. So yesterday at about 3:00 pm, I bit the bullet and drank Castor Oil. It wasn't as nasty as everyone made it out to be...it was basically like vegetable oil. And mixed in with extra pulp orange juice, it was barely noticeable. And I figured the worst it would do is give me horrendous bowel movements. Well, I was a bit uncomfortable about 6 hours later and then all of a sudden, I started getting regular contractions that really hurt. They were about 4 minutes apart and lasted for a good two hours. So Jaylene said "Go to the hospital." I was a bit skeptical, but we went anyways. I really, really did NOT want to be that girl that goes in thinking she's in labor and then they say "You're retarded, go home." I always felt so bad for Annie Banks-McKenzie in Father of the Bride Part II when she went to the hospital like 5 times and kept getting sent home. So at about 1:00 am, they decided that I was in a lot of pain, but that pain wasn't going to get the baby out. They told me I could stay there and be checked again in an hour, but we just opted to come home. I was really tired. So they loaded me with a dose of Percocet and sent me home to get some sleep. And boy did I! Still some contractions this morning, with a lot of cramping, but I don't know if Zac will get to be an actual father for Father's Day. Oh well...check back for updates!