I logged on fully intending to blog about something else entirely... But then I glanced at my Baby Boy Hodson countdown button to the right. And I frowned (aka cursed). Listen BabyNamey.com... Just because I have reached 40 weeks does NOT mean that my baby is "one day old". He is still in my belly. And my back aches, and my feet hurt, and I am exhausted, and my husbands coat doesn't even fit around my belly, and I miss my feet, and people keep asking me all day long if he is here yet. And he isn't.
My countdown methods have turned on me. They used to to be fun. I logged into my What to Expect IPhone countdown app and in place of the usual countdown number, look what is now says:
That's right..."Today is the day!" That's just cruel.
And that's all I have to say about that.
I love you baby boy. I know you'll be here soon. You wouldn't be my son if you didn't live by your own agenda... just like your momma. <3
you, my dear, need a foot massage as they have a reputation for inducing labor. If you can find someone in your area who does reflexology or foot zoning for under $40, do it! Plus, your feet could probably use some pampering after months of all that heavy lifting!