Still hibernating...

Today Hannah said, "I'm getting bored of just wandering around with my parents. I want to see my baby brother." I told her she was preaching to the choir.  I know he isn't THAT late, but since his sister broke loose at 38 weeks and since my cycle is shorter than usual (25 days instead of 28), I thought for sure that this little guy would at least be a few days early, if not a few weeks. That his due date came and went 2 days ago is unreal to me.

With Hannah, I kept reading that first babies were always late, and I was counting on that being a fact so when my membranes ruptured 2 weeks early and the house was a mess with nothing ready, I cried. A lot. It is an understatement to say that I was not ready. With this one we've been ready for what feels like eons, and I've been huge and uncomfortable for even longer. I was far more capable with Hannah, and my lifestyle was far less compromised, so I didn't mind being pregnant. This one has changed my whole life and rendered me useless as a member of my former active existence. I have worked hard to make peace with my new couch potato existence, but I am so looking forward to being able to walk without  waddling and run around with Hannah without getting winded and peeing my pants. I am also looking forward to having all that glorious extra space in my abdominal cavity for things like breathing, digesting, and holding my bladder for more than 11 minutes at a time.

How do bears know when to stop hibernating?? Maybe there is a similar message I can send to this little guy to let him know that spring is here, winter is over, and it's time to leave his little den.

I walked down to The Avenue earlier today for some inducing acupuncture. I've been doing pelvic tilts and imitating hula hooping (not sure I could actually hula hoop or I'd have Eric get mine out of the garage). We are doing a few other things purported to encourage labor which I won't mention here. I guess the only thing to do now is just be patient and trust that he will come when he's ready...In the meantime, I'm trying to make peace with the fact that I may end up carrying him to his high school prom in utero.