Every day is a new disappointment

I know that sounds dramatic, and it is a little but I genuinely go to bed with little glimmer of hope that something will happen through the night; every morning something hasn't, it gets me down.

It's a grind and a slightly stressful one at that too as every day I wonder if he is OK and hope that nothing has gone wrong or that I have missed a vital sign that something is wrong. So much can change in a day as far as baby's health is concerned and it really drives me mad.

I am willing Sunday on now tbh, I think even if I could move the induction easily, I wouldn't. Part of me feels like calling them up and ask it for it now, just so I can take away the every day wondering and waiting that is driving me around the bend. I can handle it for a couple of days and then it kind of reaches the capacity of my mental capabilities and I wake up really quite p'd off...  As I have today...