Well, being four days "overdue" isn't the worst thing ever, I guess. There are a lot of ways it could be worse, and I know there are plenty of women who have had a much rougher time than I have. And technically, due dates are just estimates anyway (Apparently, I'm trying to keep things positive over here). But it's still not very fun. I've basically been drinking raspberry leaf tea like it's nobody's business and bouncing on an exercise ball every chance I get. And taking walks. And swimming. And bouncing some more. I'm basically just living it up over here until baby decides it's go time.
Not having the baby this weekend was kinda nice though. Camaron had taken Friday off of work "just in case," so we got to have a three day weekend with him:) And that's about where my positive spin on the situation ends. I'm so stinkin' anxious to meet this baby and find out the gender! C'mon little baby! Sometimes I feel like I've been waiting so long that it might just never happen. I can't imagine not being pregnant anymore. Then other times I feel like a time bomb. Just ticking away, ready to burst at any moment. See, that was the nice thing about having a due date -I had a day to aim for, that I was counting down towards. But now, who knows?
Any labor inducing advice? Send all your positive, quick labor vibes my way, please.