I am still in full baking mode with 9 days left until the little guy's due date. It's funny. I spent the majority of my second trimester and the first part of my third trimester terrified of pre-term labor and now I am convinced that this kid knows a good thing when he sees it and will not make an appearance without some aggressive coaxing. So far, I've dilated, oh maybe a 1/2 centimeter (not even notable in the charts) and although my cervix is starting to soften, it's done very little. I'm convinced it's made of steel and it'll take the jaws of life to get this little dude out. And trust me, we've tried EVERYTHING but the jaws of life this week to get things moving, including but not limited to:
-Sexy times (although Mr. S is convinced that if it were daily, that would be the answer...haha, I'm 9 months pregnant. Easier said than done)
-Plain old walking/activity
-Prego pizza at Skipolini's
(As you can see, my methods largely revolve around food, as most of my life does nowadays)
I can't complain an incredible amount about these last days, but I will anyway. :) Yeah, I'm large and in charge and climbing one set of stairs makes me see stars (which sucks given that I live in a tri-level). I'm sore all the time and have terrible insomnia, heartburn and pee every 15 minutes, but hey, if this is what it takes to finally bring our guy home, I'm all for it. I have more musings on this journey so far, but as my sporadic blogging can attest to, I've been feeling uninspired lately and will return when I have something more earth shattering to say!