Well, looks like most of you were right with predicting another overdue baby. Boo. It seems we’re once again waiting, walking, bouncing, massaging, swimming, even jogging until this little dude decides to make his arrival. Yesterday we had our last dr. apt. and scheduled an induction for next week Tuesday if he doesn’t come on his own by then. I had somewhat of a traumatic delivery with Emerson and our dr. feels the earlier the better with this next one. We are still praying and believing for a spontaneous labor asap.
It seems we’ve had several “last times” of things only to realize I’m still pregnant and have plenty of time to do them again. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve painted my nails/toes thinking this ought to last for the birth only to have to re-do them once again (Major first-world problem). We’ve already had three or four “last dates”. Every night I try to soak up what a full nights rest feels like for may be the last time, only to wake up all throughout the night anxious about going into labor. Oh, the waiting game.
So, today when I checked my “What to Expect” app for the millionth time this week, I got the grand advice to pamper myself. I took it quite literally. Thanks mom for the girls pedicure treat (hopefully the last time these toes need painting until after baby). Thanks Emmy for being so incredibly easy-going all day and cuddling and giggling in bed with me. She even learned how to do the kissy-face (oh boy!). And thanks Matt, for cleaning the kitchen, cooking dinner, and not judging me when you saw the remnants of my Braum’s milk-shake in the trash tonight. Pamper myself, I did. Now c’mon baby!