The day has finally come. And I knew I should have gone with my instincts and kept telling myself the due date of the 17th (like I had been told after the first ultrasound). But those darn doctors and check ups got my hopes up and I caved. I decided to listen to them, and I mentally changed the date to the one they were telling me. Today. Now here I am, just waiting, waiting, waiting... For any sign that labor is near. And let me tell you: it does not look good for me.
I was actually hopeful that things would get moving last night, with the full moon and all. So I did all of my last minute errands just in case. And hey, did you know that having a baby is like having the plague? Every place I went, someone asked when I was due, and when I responded with "tomorrow" they were incredibly quick to get me moving along and out of where they might be responsible for a laboring woman. The guy at CVS even said "you need to get out of here" and turned me in the direction of the door! Pretty funny...
As for today, I started off the day with a brisk mile walk with each of the dogs. That's two miles, count 'em. I am so paying for it now in the form of lower back pain. But still no contractions! Lucky me, right? Wrong! For the rest of the day I will be drinking pineapple juice and red raspberry tea. No spicy food for me though, OW! I get heartburn just thinking about it (seriously, I just did).
But, I have decided that even if little man decides not to come today, I will survive. Simply because of the fact that I have the greatest husband in the world. Please just take a look at what arrived for me today:
We'll see what the rest of the day holds...!