It's at the end when I keep asking myself how many more times I will have to go grocery shopping, or mop the floor, or clean the bathroom, or make yet another dinner (ugh, dinner). Jared was so excited last week when I went grocery shopping for the last time before the baby... but it seems as though we are running out of food again and guess who you think will be dragging her fat self to the store once again? Me. I can see it happening anyway.
Usually what ends up going down is that I get really mad the day before or the day of having the baby. Maybe that's what sets me into labor, who knows? I haven't been that mad yet... until today. It annoys me that everyone keeps asking me when I will be induced, as if that is the only way I would ever have this baby and the only way that people seem to have them anymore. It annoys me that inductions are so prevalent. I don't want to force my body to do something when it's not ready. Call me old fashioned. I have had one induction where I was tied to the bed for the entire labor, I have had one c-section which was not a good experience, and I have had two amazingly wonderful natural water births where I went into labor on my own. Yes, I was past my due date on both of those, but the births and recoveries were night and day from the births that required interventions. If I had the choice I would do it that way every time. I feel like women are made to have babies, and while I am grateful for modern medicine/technology/interventions in some cases, I don't feel like they are necessary in the majority of cases. Look at other parts of the world where the c-section rate is very low compared with ours that is over 30%. (Okay, I really need to get off my soap box... but let's remember, I am almost 41 weeks pregnant and I am annoyed!)
So even though I am somewhat bothered by the various women in the neighborhood that are waltzing around with their two and three week old babies when they were due the same time or after me (who also incidentally were all induced or planned c-sections), I can't complain that much because it means I will hopefully not have to have the same interventions. My midwives have been great about not pressuring me. They are leaving it entirely up to me, so that's nice.
Back to me having patience... I think one reason I have been okay is that I've been filling my time with completely unnecessary projects that I enjoy doing. Just think how much more I am getting done that those suckers who already have their babies. Normally I would be cleaning out closets and scrubbing the baseboards, but I decided that since all of that cleaning gets reversed so quickly, that it is not even worth it to try. My nesting has definitely reached a new level of insanity, but I'm hoping at least this stuff will endure. Here's a sampling:
1. I sewed a nursing cover. I have two from the last baby but I never really liked them that much. So here's the cuter one.
6. I painted this canvas for above the changing table (inspired by pinterest)
8. I ordered some fabric from fabric.com for pillows in the living room. This color wasn't quite what I wanted for that room (you never know when it's online), so I started recovering an old rocking chair that had been given to me. The only problem was that I only had enough for the seat and I am now waiting on the rest of it to come this week. Here's the cushion. I still need to paint the chair (another project).
9. I sewed some pillows for the living room. I am loving how it is looking so far and am amazed at the transformation with such a little thing. I am also waiting for more material for some other pillows. Maybe that's why I haven't had the baby yet.
10. We are also in the process of making magnetic boards. I guess I should go sand and paint so I can add those to the list.
... or... I could continue to get angry at my predicament and at all those well-meaning but no good people around me making insensitive remarks at my expense, so that I go into labor sooner rather than later.
She will be here soon enough. Until then, I will be avoiding most outside human contact, and doing all the various "tried and true" ways to induce labor naturally. Anyone have a mini trampoline I could borrow? Wish me luck!