I am truly dedicated to getting this baby out. Went out for a walk before lunch today in 22 degree weather. Even ran a little. Anyone looking out their window must have wondered what that crazy pregnant lady was doing. Um, trying to get this baby out, thankyouverymuch. Even though Alla tells me, We can't WALK babies out! Well I am at least going to try, little one.
And since the weather forecast for this week calls for mid 30s to mid 40s (and maybe even FIFTY-THREE by Saturday, heart be still), I think that walking is what we'll be doing every day after nap.
Perhaps Katie's theory is right, that Pondegore was waiting for warmer temperatures before making an appearance. Well, you are going to get them this week, baby, so any day is fine.
Seeing an acupuncturist on Wednesday evening (not-so-secretly hoping this will do the trick).
Ron and I finished season two of Weeds last night. Rent this show immediately. It is that good.
We go back to the midwife on Wednesday morning to check-in and see if anything is actually happening. Last pregnancy at that point, my water had broken. I'm hopeful.
It really sucks that I've been having contractions for months, and they don't seem to be doing anything.
A lot of you are out of the baby pool, now, huh? Guess it doesn't pay to be nice to the mama and say she's going to deliver early.
I think a lot of you also didn't pay attention to the original post about said baby pool. Or there wouldn't be any guesses under nine pounds!
That's all I got for today. Like I said, don't assume any blog absence means I'm in labor. It doesn't. Apparently Pondegore likes being in my belly where it's nice and warm, and has no plans to come out anytime soon.