So yesterday the doctor said she would expect to see us back at the hospital in 12-24 hours, and we're now coming up on 24 without any signs that its time. At this point, its becoming difficult not to be frustrated. Contractions remain far apart but are slightly more pronounced. Since there is little identifiable patern to this whole thing we've kind of given up on making predictions. It now becomes a test of patience. There is no predicting whether it'll happen in an hour or if it'll take another 24. The greatest challenge is to simply remain content without letting excitement or despondency dictate our attitude.
As always, we'll let you know if anything happens.