Still no baby. The full moon passed me by with neither a cramp nor a contraction. Damn my resistance to lunar influence! So Simeon and I have taken to eating lots of spicy foods, walking everywhere I can, and even “what got us into this in the first place.” Last night I got some tips from a friend of mine who is in school to be a massage therapist about pressure points and their correlation to all things reproductive. So far nothing is happening. I can practically hear the crickets chirping.
Since I am not terribly uncomfortable (yet!) I am just trying to enjoy this last bit of time before the world as I know it changes. I have a few random things to complete, and since tomorrow is my official last day of work (finally!) I will be able to get those things taken care of in the upcoming days…unless I have the baby, in which case, it won’t really matter anyway.
So that is pretty much what is going on with us. I just wanted to check in and let you all know so you don’t get all excited thinking I have gone into labor. And now I will leave you with a Mother Goose nursery rhyme that has been going through my mind constantly lately (I am sure you can imagine why):
Monday’s Child
Monday’s child is fair of face,
Tuesday’s child is full of grace;
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursday’s child has far to go;
Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for its living;
But the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
I’m a Friday child myself. I have no good advice for how to get Ana on her way, having never done it myself, but the comments you got from others sound about right. I had a friend who used castor oil and she strongly advises against it…it made her sick and didn’t help her labor along any. But another friend of mine swears by climbing stairs to induce labor after she went into labor the day the elevator was broken at her office and she had to go up six flights of stairs…so maybe skip the elevator tomorrow?
Congrats on your last day of work… woo hoo!