I want to meet my baby! I’m still worried about how I’ll feel when this pregnancy is over. I’m afraid that this will be the last time I have the privilege of carrying a new little life inside me and that I’ll feel terribly let down and disappointed when the baby finally arrives. Underneath it all, I just want to hold my new little one and really get to know his or her personality. The desire to know our baby’s sex is now all encompassing. I just can’t wait to see.
We awoke to an update on the approaching storm. With the way the wind whips across my uphill driveway, I’m worried I might be stuck at home without power or a way out, in labor. I find some comfort in the fact the baby isn’t due for another 12 days, and just yesterday the Dr. told me that it would probably be a few days yet.
I was feeling quite ill with a stomachache when I woke up, so we made a special trip to the convenience store to purchase some prune juice, my natural remedy. Rob told me he’d rather we continue on to the drug store and invest in a little bottle of castor oil instead, which might fix my problem and have the fringe benefit of inducing labor. Even if I would consider this option this time around, I wouldn’t do it before my due date. So, we returned home with just a small bottle of juice. Somehow, I’d hoped that this might also have the labor-inducing effect. While it did make me feel better, it did nothing to help bring on labor.
Late in the afternoon Jacob finally fell asleep for a nap. It turned out to be a long nap, which was a good thing. Rob and I took advantage of our quiet time to once again try an age-old method of labor induction - making love. While I thoroughly enjoyed the time with my husband, I was very sore, quite large and uncomfortable, and in the end disappointed to know that as with my first pregnancy, sex did nothing to bring me closer to meeting my baby.