Phil has been trying very hard to get my mind off wondering and waiting for Ridley to arrive. I feel fine physically, but mentally I feel like I've been waiting for five months instead of days.
This weekend was about trying all the wives' tales we could think of to encourage little one to come along. On Saturday, we went to Riverfest in downtown Wilmington and walked. And walked. And walked. I came home and danced around my living room (jumping around and acting ridiculous!) for an hour.
Today we had Indian food for lunch (yummy!) in order for the spicy content to take effect. We walked some more around the mall. I even tried sitting on top of the washing machine while it was running because someone at work told me it would help. Well, it didn't hurt! But no labor pains yet...
And the other suggestion that usually comes with a *wink*wink* and *nudge*nudge*? Well, I'm telling you, we've tried everything this weekend short of castor oil!
One of my midwives actually gave me a call today to see how I was doing. I thought that was nice. Of course she told me that I was fine, that it was normal with a first time pregnancy to be overdue and that I'm not even a week late. Relax! Easier said than done. It's the only thing anyone else wants to talk to me about, it's the only thing I can think about, and there's no telling when it will happen!
I was told that if I'm two weeks late, they'll suggest I get induced. I would rather not be induced. So, everyone think happy thoughts and I will try and relax. This is surely a lesson in giving up control.
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