Besides, I may bite the head of the next person who conversationally says, "you're STILL pregnant?!".
Once I learned my dear doctor would be out of town again (third baby out of three, no joke) for my due date, I decided I would do the smart thing and take a dose of castor oil to ensure sweet baby would be here by the time she left.
It was horrible. I have taken it before because I am impetuous and impatient. But I don't remember it being this bad. Two while ounces of thick oil in a cup is just disgusting. I was a little desperate. Anyways, all that happened was a terribly upset stomach and what naturally physiologically happens after taking that much straight oil. At least my body had enough sense to wait to deal with my nincompoopedness until after we were home from gymnastics.
So that was Thursday. Saturday I got the stomach flu. Every time I remembered the castor oil, I threw up. I know. I know.
So now my doctor is gone, I've tried in vain to induce labor, I've cleaned the baby's room and closet, organized all of our DVDs, hammered a bunch of pegs into the garage to hang things from, and now I am sitting and eating oranges and blogging. I feel...peaceful. No longer in any rush to get to labor. I think I am content to meet him whenever he decides he is ready to leave the warmth and comfort of my round, round belly.