39 weeks 3 days...

And Psychic Sue predicts that today is the day.
But I'm not holding my breath.
12:45 am and I'm up with contractions again. I'm expecting them to stop any minute. I have to get up in 5 hours to go to work. So I can pretty much guarantee they are going to last just long enough to keep me from getting any decent sleep.
Justin is sleeping fitfully next to me. Every 3 minutes or so he jerks and flails. At least he's asleep.
I didn't want to be induced. Besides it reportedly being more painful, I just wanted that experience of going into labor. But at this point I am just SO OVER bring pregnant and all this false labor I'll take any way out. My OB is so blase about everything. I want to ask him for an induction date at my appointment later today, but I anticipate that he's just going to look at me like I'm a silly, impatient girl and say "we'll talk about it next week when you're am actually overdue". Ugh. NO! I need something to hang on too. I need to know what the last possible day I have to endure this will be.
Someone remind me that for the next baby I want a midwife! Doctors officially SUCK. He spends all of 2 minutes in the room with me, doesn't tell me anything, and is nothing but patronizing when I do ask questions. What does a girl have to do to get some decent medical care around here????
This is what my appointments consist of:
Vitals and weight with the nurse (who actually asks questions: Baby moving ok? Any pain?)
Nurse check baby's heartbeat
Wait 20 minutes for the Dr.
Dr comes in: "Hey Natalie! Good to see you!"
Handshake. "Any contractions?"
Measure belly.
Check cervix.
Make notes in my chart.
"See you next week!"
I have to practically jump in front of the door to stop him if I have any questions.
He's nice, and a perfectly competent Dr. But jeez. Take a minute. Ask me how I'm feeling! Don't make it up to me to interject that, by the way, I'M FRICKIN' MISERABLE!

Le Sigh.