Forty Weeks

Oh Look, according to my cute little ticker, it is "go time".

Someone should inform this little pumpkin here all cozy and comfy inside my belly. She has apparently missed the memo.

There is NOTHING going on here. Not a single contraction all day. And for someone who has had weeks of prodromal labor/Braxton Hicks/non-productive contractions - this almost seems a cruel joke.

No. No, I will choose instead to believe this is simply the calm before the storm. A reprieve to recharge the ole' batteries. A much needed rest.

Although, according to the multitudes of moms who have been there and done that (albeit many, many years ago) all I really need to do is push a car, shovel snow, or walk 20 miles and voila! labor will inevitably happen. I just have to stop being so dern lazy about it.

I still remember the utter exhaustion of the 30 hr. labor to get Joshua and well, I guess my philosophy is that I would much rather go into labor (which I WILL, when my body is ready to) well rested than right after wearing myself out. Call me crazy.

So...

What do you do when it's your due date and there's no sign of a baby and it's hot and humid outside?

GO SWIMMING!!! And no, I don't mean laps at the pool...

I'm talking floating on your back on a caribbean blue body of water while your whole body relaxes, listening to the water lapping around you and smelling the white pines on the shore.

See ya on the far side...