"When I'm wrong, I say I'm wrong"

So for the title of this post, I had to steal the line from Baby's dad when he's talking to Johnny in the movie Dirty Dancing. When transitioning William to his big boy bed, I was very concerned about William having a hard time and wanted to make this transition as painless for him (and us) as possible. Carl had the notion from the beginning to keep our normal routine and let him work it out while I, of course, wanted to be with him to help him through this change. The first two nights, Carl conceded to doing things my way which was pretty much disastrous, leading to a very prolonged amount of time going to sleep, waking up in the middle of the night for two hours or more, and little sleep for me or Carl. Yesterday, I decided it was time to try Carl's plan which resulted in maybe 2 minutes of crying while going to sleep and then William sleeping the full time on his own for both nap and through the night. Looks like I caused more distress for William in my attempt to protect him. So yes, Carl, you can mark it on the calendar - I was wrong. I am so happy that William seems to be doing okay with this transition, and I just want to hug and squeeze him and tell him what an incredible little boy he is at not even two years of age. I really am so, so proud of him.

The other arena in which I seem to be very off concerns the arrival of our latest addition. I had HIGH hopes that my doctor would be able to "encourage contractions" (as he put it) today. It turns out that our little baby girl is VERY high right now, and he could not even reach her to do anything to get us closer to delivery. This was so disappointing to me. I really had it in my mind that he would be able to get the ball rolling and that she would be here sometime within the next few days. Doesn't look like that is in the cards for us. We have scheduled an induction for 4 pm on Wednesday, October 19th. As my doctor said, this is just a certain deadline, but she could still come anytime between now and then. I think he just sensed my disappointment and was trying to make me feel better. I'm not holding my breath and fully expect to see him for the induction next week. And while I know this is certainly not horrible news, I am just getting anxious to see her....and to not have to get up four times per night to go to the bathroom. ;)