Well, it seems like that's it, I'm heading in tomorrow morning. Up at seven, can't sleep a wink, and…

Well, it seems like that's it, I'm heading in tomorrow morning. Up at seven, can't sleep a wink, and my husband is already snoring, even though I kept him awake until the last minute because we're going to be here for a while. While I didn't want to give in to pressure or threats to me or my son, I understand that if I stay home, I'll be eaten alive... My due date has passed, but we still don't want to come out. We'll see tomorrow what's what, I hope there will be some changes, I really don't want to be induced. My husband is being super supportive, waiting for me to update him tomorrow on when and how he can visit to keep my spirits up. Grandma seems to have dug through all her supplies today; I can only imagine what a package she'll hand me tomorrow (we've already packed a nearly full bag of snacks because I'll likely be very picky about hospital food). She even cooked enough food for three days. My mom is reassuring me that I won't be bored there, that I'll find friends. But I know myself, I find it hard to talk to strangers, let alone make friends. The thought of lying around and spending time in a room with strangers makes me want to move to another country and change my identity. We'll all be there with our bumps, groaning and sighing at night, and I have terrible sleep – I mostly sleep during the day and in silence... I haven't figured out how to pass the time yet, I guess I'll just lie there and stare at the ceiling, hoping something comes of it. My only hope is that they'll at least let me go outside the grounds. About 200 meters from the hospital complex, they opened a cool spot with shawarma from different city districts and free entertainment like billiards and PS with orders. It's a shame they just opened and some things aren't working yet. But maybe I'll manage to go there with my husband. Well, I hope my son misses home and wants to make an appearance in the next few days. That way, at least there's a chance I won't have to lie there long and won't need induction... It's hard to leave my familiar surroundings; I've gotten too used to being a "homebody." My family doesn't understand why I'm upset, since I'll have to rest after giving birth anyway. But resting for four days versus a week is a huge difference for me...