I am not ripe.....

Apparently, I'm fruit. Now, I'm a nurse, and I know that a cervix needs to be "ripe" for contractions to do any good. But, even after 5 kids, my poor husband doesn't really understand it. He tells me when he uses words like this to describe me, he feels like a produce manager. He said maybe we should stick my cervix in a brown paper bag and leave it on the counter overnight. He makes me laugh, and that's a good thing, or I would probably cry. Just to explain, for those of you who don't know, I am usually induced at around 39 weeks. Our second child was 2 days overdue, and was a stillbirth. That is why they induce me. My Dr's appt yesterday revealed that I am only dialated to a 1, and 30% effaced. That means no induction until next Monday. Actually, the Dr said he would induce me today, if I wanted to try. It just seemed so soon (?). And I really didn't want to have a baby on April Fools day. Stupid reason. Dang! I had a bit of an emotional breakdown after that news of "April Fools Day, or next week. To make a long story short, after a call to the Dr by my husband, many tears, lots of talking , and a sweet prayer offered by my husband to help us confirm our decision, we are going into the hospital tonight for some help from a lovely drug called cervidil. And with any luck, # 6 will join our family tomorrow. Wish us luck!