So I got the membranes stripped. It's kinda just like a more intense cervix check. A grueling 45 seconds for sure, but we women get desperate. And we'll take anything that could encourage things along. She said if I were to get induced, I wouldn't need the pill that thins you out. She thinks I have a good chance of my water breaking as I am 90% effaced. But I also don't want to depend on petocin to get the ball rolling. You're moving so much, just move out! Come on contractions . . . any minute now. I have a Thursday morning appointment for the NST test, which if anything I'll take seeing you in black & white BUT COLOR WOULD BE SO MUCH BETTER.
Perhaps I'm ready to begin again, again. I struggle to add more words to the universe & I feel the same with photos. I let two of my passions die, both rather abruptly. My posts used to write themselves, I felt so guided in what God needed me to say. But this past year, my words have been removed. I moved from this blog over to Instagram as a better place to connect, but then everything became a distraction, and even the good distractions soon became too overwhelming. I can't possibly do every craft or recipe I've saved at this point. Unfortunately, I became painfully aware of my addictive attachment to my algorithm & lost much of my peace & productivity because of it. Satan knew, but I was too slow to recognize complacency & emptiness disguised as creative options & worldly debates. "The days are gone that you can be a quiet and comfortable Christian." I am definitely not raising quiet Christians, but perhaps we are still trying to be too co...

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