Day three of eviction

Geez...I really didn't expect you to be this content where you are at my little burnt cookie. I am calling you a burnt cookie, because everyone still likes you, even if you are just a little overdone. I swear this kid is coming out with a tan. The longer he waits, the more I wonder if he will pop out of there with grey hair.

Today is my first day of not working and I am already bored. I would be less bored if there was a baby to take care of, rather than just a baby to speculate. He should be finished with whatever is going on in there by now, but he still won't budge. I walked Target to the tune of 130 bucks last night until my hips and pelvis felt like they would collapse from the pressure. Really, I was in there waddling around, albeit slowly, for probably two hours. I came home and tried moving around a little more and though I had a couple of twinges of discomfort, these are still not contractions. Not a chance. I think I handle pain pretty well, but this is not what I could imagine is pain associated with labor. Just pain associated with a fat old pregnant woman doing a lot of walking.

All my messages are set for work to indicate that I am out on leave, but I almost feel like I am cheating, since there is no baby yet. Granted, after 40 and a half weeks of hanging in there, I should give myself these couple of days without guilt, but it feels really strange saying you are on leave when there is no baby yet. I guess I should get over it, because it looks like he'll be here soon, regardless.

Please, son, show up on your own. Mommy realllllllllly doesn't want to induce. Not that I have no faith in medicine, but I hate to use it when it isn't necessary. When it is, I think it is a wonderful thing! Certainly when I need pain medication, I will be happy to have some medical attention.

Anyway, as for things that do not induce labor...taco bell, walking all around Target, the mall, a pedicure in a massage chair, soft pretzels, soda, coffee, squatting(although it's very hard to get up afterwards), a good lower back rub, a semi-decent upper back rub, Snickers, Reeses Pieces, watching a depressing movie that makes you cry, doing dishes, putting away clothes, and more walking. Everyone who says to walk that baby out has just been lucky enough to start their labor after a good long walk. They come out when they're ready.

Mine still ain't ready.