Instead of working my way though contractions, this was me tromping around the woods trying my very best to convince this kid that it's time!! Don't get me wrong, I still feel good and could probably stand cooking her for a few more weeks (while I continue to wrap my head around this whole labor and delivery thing) but, oh, those sweet little baby toes are just about all I can dream about right now.
In addition to that walk into the woods up there, there was also a trip to Costco (I thought for sure wandering around there would get things moving), a foot massage, another walk up a pretty steep hill, food so spicy it increased my body temperature by about 2 degrees, as well as a couple of other doctor recommended methods. Nothing! Not even one hint of a contraction. Due date, schmoo date huh!? I'll take all of your recommendations - except that castor oil one, I'm not so sure I like the sound of that.
And so we press on. 40 weeks plus 1 day.
I am, however, hopeful that while you are reading this post on Monday morning, I am lying with my baby girl in my arms. It can happen right?
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