Time is relative, pliable, subjective. One can spend a lifetime stuck in the throes of a single day.
That's how it feels, anyway.
I got talked out of trying to induce labor. I'll probably thank my midwife later, when the difference between one day and ten doesn't seem so vast. For now, I'm resigned to sit and wait. Maybe not patiently, but at least with less bluster and indignation as I displayed on Sunday. :)
The minutes tick by as slowly as hours. Living in one's head is not easy.
Thanks for the prayers. I swear I can feel them.