Didn't think I'd be here at 41 weeks.
Had another NST this morning. Pondegore isn't stressed. I'm still 50% effaced.
This week's plan: acupuncture round three tomorrow morning, then a Tuesday appointment with the midwife to make a game plan. Perhaps some bells [finally] went off when, today, at 41 weeks, I'm not in labor yet, and perhaps the midwives might be realizing, this baby's only getting bigger in there.
There were no babies in the nursery this morning but we did see one swaddled bundle of joy hanging out at the nurse's station, and oh how I wanted my own bundle of joy upon seeing that one.
Good news: I can only be pregnant for one more week!