In Labor!

So, this is a cheesy shot, but I look like an ax murderer in the rest of them. Anyhoo, this is us sort of en route to the hospital. We'll keep you posted.

So...

If the baby does not come of its own accord before then, we will induce on Tuesday morning. I've done all I can to make my body as inhospitable as possible--long walks, spicy food, deep knee bends. The only thing I refuse to attempt is a big gulp of castor oil. So, if my pokey little puppy stays put, they're hooking me up to Pitocin and, to try a metaphor, ripping the sheets off the bed and opening the shades. Wish us luck!!!

Still Pregnant...

In case you're wondering...

Still no baby. I'd post a picture of what I look like, but I wouldn't fit in the margins of the shot. Going on four days overdue now. This shouldn't be a surprise, as i've always been quite pokey. When I was a little girl, my mother called me Harriet, since she thought I moved like an old lady. Apparently the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree. 

No baby, just turkey chili dogs

The Big Day has come and gone, mostly. I didn't really think I'd have the baby today. Although last night, I was SURE I was going into labor. The thing is, early labor often feels like...the flu. Stomach cramps, backache, nausea, diarrhea. check.check.check. 

The problem wasn't early labor, however. It was the turkey chili dogs Seth made for dinner. Yum! Beef dogs piled onto processed cheese, snuggled with cucumber, smothered with chili, topped with onions, cilantro, mustard, and ketchup with corn on the cob and a big glass of milk with a bit of dark chocolate to end it all. Later on, I was convinced things were happening. I had myself propped up in bed, laying on a towel, Mylanta at the ready, husband snoring beside me. I was ready--bag packed. Insurance card handy. Bring it on!! I fell asleep somewhere in it all and woke up this morning feeling...really pregnant. Still. So, due date come and gone. Baby just hanging out. He has no idea...

Oh baby, where art thou??

Tomorrow is the big day. The Due Date. Not that this is significant. Brice missed his by 8 days before we had to take matters into our own hands. So, i'm not counting on the child making his debut tomorrow. I've been telling him up to this point, "Son, it's not that you're not welcome, of course. It'd just be really good if you could wait until the due date." I was still laboring under the false assumption--hope!!--that perhaps construction would be completed by this day and he could come home to a fully finished condo. But no luck. So, now he's been gracious enough to wait the whole time. I had Seth lay his hands on my belly and tell him he was welcome anytime. Then for the next hour, it was vigorous kicking. And nausea. And wicked heartburn. Will there be a baby in the next 24 hours? Check in later...

Big Day!!

First Haircut--He loved it! Really!!

Then, a little coffee to calm his nerves...

Finally, a trip to the park.