So I'm a Liar ...

You wouldn't believe the amount of time I spent shaving last night. And exfoliating. And lotioning. And washing, blow-drying, and straightening my hair. And checking and re-checking my hospital bag. And making sure everything was in order, in general.

Because today? I was gonna have a baby.

I didn't even sleep last night. I tried, like seriously tried, but everything kept waking me up. Excitement, nerves, farts (literally ... thanks, Curtis). And so at 4 o'clock, I finally just gave it up and went in to take a bath. I couldn't contain my excitement.

I was gonna have a baby. TODAY. 

By just after five o'clock, Curtis and I were headed out, both of us anxious. We didn't have to be at the hospital until 6:30, but they'd told me to eat breakfast before checking in, so we cruised on over to Denny's for a nice, quiet, let's-get-prepared-to-meet-our-newest-son breakfast. One hour and one "Moons Over My Hammy" later, we were on the road to the hospital.

I reached into my hospital bag to grab my phone. I was going to post a Facebook status update. And that's when I noticed my phone was illuminated.

I had missed a call.

From a local number.

At 6:10 am.

And I had a voicemail.

My heart sank. Nobody would call me at that hour unless it was the hospital. With trepidation, I listened to the message.

"We're terribly sorry for the inconvenience, but we're going to have to postpone your induction ..." said the voice on the other end.

And I couldn't even listen to the rest of the message. I just hung up the phone, and the waterworks started. I was bawling so hard that Curtis had to call them back - I couldn't even talk. The disappointment was beyond words.

So yeah. Here I am. At home. Still pregnant. So I lied to y'all - yesterday was not, in fact, my last pregnant day. But they have promised - P-R-O-M-I-S-E-D - that I will have a priority bed tomorrow.

Looks like it's going to be another sleepless night.

And I'll have to shave again, damn it.