My due date came and went with very little fan fare. Actually, now that I think about it, ”very little fan fare” is the understatement of the century. It was just so anticlimactic. No baby, no contractions, just more days of work and waiting for this little person to make her debut. So, now, we’re just waiting in limbo.
I went to the Dr on Tuesday and he basically said, “Let’s do an ultrasound and if everything looks good let’s give her another week.” So, I went down, got my ultra sound and baby is looking good so she has free reign til next Tuesday when we will do another ultra sound to decide if she gets another week or is getting evicted early. Obviously, I’m still hoping she comes out before my next appointment on Tuesday.
So, here we are 4 days after my due date and I have tried all the old wives tales: walking, sex, spicy foods, drinking cold water, and wearing myself out but nothing seems to be working. I’m starting to think she is teaching a me a very early lesson in parenting; you know the one where I resign myself to just getting comfortable waiting—waiting on her to arrive, sleep, wake up, eat, pee, poop, ect ect ect.
I think Baby Elizabeth is letting me know something very important; I may be the mommy but she is the boss!
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