I was so hoping to be posting the details of my weekend labor. Not so much. I keep telling myself that it's only 39 weeks. I'm not overdue. But I FEEL overdue. I feel like I should be heading to the hospital any day now.
We tried every trick in the book--spicy food, lots of walking, even a bumpy hayride at the peach orchard yesterday. Nothing. Today, more walking and more spicy food. When I went in for my weekly appointment this afternoon I was fully expecting SOMETHING to happen. Another centimeter (already at 3) more effacement (just 60%) my water breaking during the exam--ANYTHING to tell me that today is the day.
Well, maybe tomorrow. I have a pedicure planned to help things along. Keep your fingers (and toes and anything else you can) crossed!