Today is officially my due date, according to medical science. All my counting has been according to my menstrual calendar counting, making my due date the third and I never adjusted it after all the ultrasounds. I was sad when I went to bed last night and had not gone into labour. I had wanted to have this baby in August, because Superboy's birthday is on the third of September and he didn't really want to share.
Now he tells me that he wants baby Zed to be born on his birthday, but I think that the specialness of that would wear off pretty quickly!
I so want to go into labour on my own this week. I have had five inductions in five pregnancies, and I just want my body to do it on it's own this time. Please!
I fully expect, when I see the OB tomorrow, that she will book an induction for some time between this Friday and next Monday. So I really don't have much time to wait until I meet my sweet new babe. Cross your fingers for me that my labour will start on its own, I have been having some little chats with God about it...
I do have to say that I am probably the least impatient person about this delivery that I am in contact with. Every time I cringe or wince or use the bathroom, my hubby asks if I am starting labour. He is making me insane. Everyone I know feels the need to tease me about it hourly, and I hadn't even reached my due date. The doctors have been bugging me since before 36 weeks about my body not wanting to let go of baby. 36 weeks??? I wouldn't have wanted to go that early. But anytime now would be good.
Labouring on Labour Day sounds nice to me! Well there are still 7 hours left in the day, lots of time.
I have been working on Zed's baby book, I will post some of the layouts over at Immortality Art.