I have achieved, in recent days, a level of f*cks-not-given I did not think was possible for me. I am out and about in flip flops, sweat pants/pj pants things, and an old, (formerly) oversized tee shirt. However, I just can't bring myself to give a crap when all I want is this last little bit of progress between early and active labor to be done so I can go to the hospital for the last time and finally be holding my baby girl, instead of being miserable and constantly contracting (one on top of the other) but nothing going anywhere. I wouldn't mind her hanging out longer if I hadn't already been in "early labor" for almost two weeks. It also doesn't help when experienced doctors and nurses in the l&d unit are genuinely confused as to how you aren't in active labor already when looking at your toco strip and other "symptoms." -_- End rant....