No sign of the baby yet. Besides my Jupiter-sized belly, that is. Our son will officially be a May baby, contrary to my husband’s late April prediction.
I’ve been keeping myself occupied with little bursts of nesting instincts. Every day I seem to think of a new domestic task that needs to get done before the baby arrives. Like cleaning out the fridge. And dusting the wine rack. And baking scones. Don’t ask me why these things need to happen now…they just do. This symptom of pregnancy is apparently contagious – Steve spent half of yesterday meticulously washing and cleaning our car for the first time I can remember. If this baby doesn’t arrive soon, we’re going to run out of chores.
We are also continuing the many do-it-yourself induction methods in an attempt to jump start this baby. I attempt to take daily walks, or rather daily waddles, which is quite a feat when it feels like a watermelon is strapped to one’s torso. The majority of my diet is now a strange combination of pineapple and spicy food. With every meal, I also take a capsule of Evening Primrose Oil. Still nothing.
I am beginning to think that most of these supposed labor inducing strategies are really nothing more than distractions created for expectant parents with patience and control issues.
Little baby, I know you will come when you’re good and ready. I just hope it will be soon.