The "BIG DAY" Came and Went

About a month ago, my doctor and I planned out the rest of my pregnancy, and decided that on January 26th she would strip my membranes, that I would most likely go into labor that day, and have baby girl #2 that night. Well, last week at my appointment, she said, "I don't know if you're going to make it to your next appointment. You are ready to go!" I got super excited, and sick at the same time. I didn't feel prepared at all. Plus, Aaron was supposed to go out of town Monday through Wednesday. When I told Dr. Macy that, she asked if Aaron wanted to be at the delivery. When I told her yes, she said, "He's not going to New Jersey." Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday came and went. No baby. Aaron and I spent the weekend getting everything ready, cleaning the house, packing bags, putting the nursery together as much as possible. And we got sick last Thursday so we were battling getting better too. By Monday, I sounded and felt awful. I called the doctor's office and of course they were out of the office that day, so I talked to the nurse on-call. She prescribed some cough medicine and left it at that. Yesterday, I was all excited. I could barely sleep Wednesday night. We were ready for our little darling to get here. I went to the doctor and the second she walked in I started coughing my awesome cough and she said, "We're not doing this today." My heart dropped. I was so excited to meet my new baby and now it wasn't going to happen. She said, "I promise you'll have a much better birthing experience if you wait a few days and take a new prescription." I wanted to get mad at the nurse on-call, since she could have prescribed that to me days earlier, but I knew that Dr. Macy knows best and I trust her. I can only imagine trying to push and having a horrible cough, or trying to hold still while they are putting in the epidural and needing to cough. No good. Dr. Macy told me I needed to take the weekend to rest, relax and get better. I am her first appointment Monday morning, and she will strip my membranes then. So I'm guessing that my baby's birthday will be January 30th. It may just be my mind playing tricks on me, but I think my cough is already getting better. I plan on spending most of the weekend resting and relaxing, just like Dr. Macy said, but I'm still me, and I need to make sure the house is totally clean when I leave for the hospital. Its just the way my mind works. I wouldn't want to bring my baby home to house that's dirty!