I am now one full week past my due date, much to the shock of myself and everyone else I know.
Yesterday, in one of our many efforts to get this baby on her way, Troy and I enjoyed some nice spicy Chinese food. (Didn't work.) The fortune that came with the after-dinner cookie was pretty great, though. It read: "A short stranger will soon enter your life with blessings to share." How's that for telling?
Well, we've decided that we are ready for this "short blessed stranger" to get here already. I feel like I'm kind of getting what I deserve in being so vocal about my desire to let babies come when they're going to come. I still feel that way, actually, but I also have noticed that I, not to mention my husband, am going crazy playing the waiting game. Eight days is long enough. So we're being induced in the morning. I did run over to meet with my midwife today and she said that things have progressed a lot since last week and hopefully getting me started won't take much. I'm hoping to avoid the big P (pitocin) but we'll see how it goes. And who knows, I may still go into labor tonight!
We'll post again soon, hopefully with pictures of a beautiful new baby girl. Frankly, I'm still feeling like I'm in denial that this is all actually happening. Someone's going to hand me a baby tomorrow and I'm going to wonder where on earth she came from. A baby? Who said anything about a baby? Well, ready or not, here she comes!