Well, another week has gone by, and I'm another week closer to my due date. But I have to admit I'm feeling a little bit down. I had hoped that we would have a picture of our baby up here by now instead me continuing to waddle around, increasingly uncomfortable, as summer threatens to get hotter and hotter. Anyway, I know all the "positive thoughts" stuff--the "it will be worth it in the end" and "a couple extra weeks will seem like nothing in the long run," and, my personal favorite, "she'll come when she's ready," but I'm ready now.
Nothing too exciting to report. We won't see the doctor again until Monday. And, as it has been since the 13th, she could come tomorrow (fingers crossed), or she could just hang out until the doctors go in and get her as late as July 18th!!
It would be nice if she would come by the 11th at least so we could have her home to meet Kim and Eric and my dad before they all head back to their homes. It would be even nicer if she would come today!
So, we just keep waiting. I guess now would be the time to offer your creative suggestions or old wives tales about how I can get her out, because begging, pleading, bargaining, and yelling haven't worked. Oh yeah--none of that walking stuff--my hips are just falling apart, I can barely get out of bed. Marching around for miles in the hopes of inducing labor is just impossible now.
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