Does somebody else want to come vacuum my house? Maybe Baby doesn’t like my nesting style. He missed another storm, too! Now that I’m three days past my due date, I’m not giving him so much wiggle room. Time to be born, and snuggle with the rest of the family for all of this rainy week!
I tried overdosing on red raspberry leaves. I drank 18 tea bags and took probably 24 capsules in a 24 hour period. No go! A few sporadic contractions, but nothing that stuck. Last night, Kbug told me, “Mom, I want you to go to the hospital tonight!” (I’m not sure if she was thinking about the baby, or the party I’m sure will happen while Mommy and Daddy are gone.) I told her, “Believe me, I do too.” Besides the anxious-to-meet-baby-and-start-snuggling factor, there’s the size factor. All Baby’s doing now is getting fatter and fatter, and I am NOT looking forward to pushing out a 9 1/2 lb baby! (That’s the size Dee and I guessed.)
(This weight conversation happened on a walk, another try at inducing labor. We’ve also tried all the fun, couple-oriented ways of inducing labor. Which, by the way, did not work with my first four kids either. I’m sure it’s a scam started by a male doctor.)
I tried over-eating. Yesterday, for Labor Day, Anna and I made a yummy feast. Chicken pot-pie, fried green beans, and stuffed jalapenos. I ATE, let me tell you! But it didn’t force Baby to give up his space. If I had castor oil in my house, I’d be mighty tempted to drink it right now.
Maybe I should run out to Wal-Mart…
I promised basement pictures a while back. Here’s where we’ve been hanging out, and where we’ll be hanging out a lot more in the near future! (I’m the type of mom that loves company after a new baby, so stop on in to say “Hi!” and hang out with us!)