The Ramblings of a Pregnant Woman - Part 1

You know what does not make sense?
Finnish people in general are VERY quiet. Yet at any given time of day downtown (except Sunday as nothing's opened really) - they're always in groups chatting, meeting up with their girlfriends in coffee shops and during any point of those meetings - on a cell phone. Not sending text messages usually - but actually speaking (even the seniors). Especially while driving. I simply don't get it because Finns have a reputation of being such quiet people - they think before they say their next thought - and then they speak so quickly and so quietly you have to crane your neck out to hear them better.
I was at a reception for a fellow about to defend his thesis on Thursday night and one of the readers asked what we thought of Finnish people and their quietness. I jokingly said I didn't have many Finnish people approach me unless they were drunk. (Which is in the Encyclopedia of Finnish Culture that Tim has - as a fact. That Finns keep to themselves and are quiet unless drinking). He chuckled and started chatting about why they do this but because he's talking so softly and so quickly - I can barely make him out. However, Tim and I pointed out that us Canadians - we have to fill in every single quiet/awkward silence gap possible.
I am a prime example of someone who can talk to somebody but not have a silent gap for too long. If I do - it's usually because I'm eating! Then I realized - after my meeting with the pregnant lady, Salla, downtown - that is exactly what happened.
We met up and went into Memphis and I talked for about an hour and a half straight - with breaks for a bite of a french fry or a sip of Coke. I felt awful afterward and asked if she had any questions or if there was something she was overly curious about - and she thought about it (I quickly inhale a fry) and then softly asked me a question.
Even Finnish children in the grocery stores are super quiet. You usually only hear the ones that are crying because they're hungry or didn't get the toy they wanted or whatnot. Or the babies - because that's how they communicate obviously.

Onto other things - I'm 37wks and 6 days pregnant and probably going to be induced tomorrow (assuming nothing else happens tonight)- we shall see.
I figured with an approximate total of 4.5-5.5 hours of walking I did yesterday - I must be further along in the labour stages - but not feeling it due to "silent labour".
I did have some cramps yesterday - and timed them with a stop watch on my cell phone (my friend says that's ghetto - ah well) then after the 10 minute break around 2am - I caved and went to sleep. As nothing was happening.
This morning I got up around 7 something and that was fine - had a couple cramps and poof gone with some water.
The ones last night didn't go away with water or lying down (which was difficult as I walked so much I strained my lower right side of my back and then slipped in the kitchen shortly after).
SO - what this means is if I am in labour - Tim will probably not be able to update my Facebook because I don't think computers are allowed in the hospital.
I DO have an appointment tomorrow at 10:15am Finland time (4:15am for you lovely folks of HRM/parts of NB and surrounding areas) and if I don't update it myself by - say....7am your time - they're probably keeping me in there. So you can pretty much safely assume I'm in there for good.
I highly doubt Tim will make time to post something online - even though we live down a small lane and across from the hospital...we do have the dogs to think about. So if Tim does make it home briefly tomorrow or the next couple of days - it'll be strictly for a quick shower (if he doesn't in the hospital) and to feed/water the dogs and to let them out for a bathroom break. We'd let friends do it - but the dogs are a lot to handle.
How am I feeling about the whole thing? It's like going on a trip - it doesn't hit me until I'm in the airport. So until we know for sure if I'm getting induced or not - it wouldn't hit until I check into delivery. I'd probably laugh all the way up the stairs/elevator ride up to the delivery section. Then it would sink in when I have to put on one of those johnny gowns or whatnot.
Other than that - feeling great and calm - going to nap for awhile and make shepherd's pie (with ground pork as beef is expensive and they don't sell lamb here really) for my "final supper" and have some ice cream. Hoo ha!