Just to refresh your memory: My due date was December 25th. However, Baby Thrasher seemed to be quite comfortable in my belly and wasn't even thinking about moving towards labor. The only thing I was thinking was: Get out!, Get out!, Get out!
...and that was only load #1. Many more baby clothes were waiting to be folded.
But no, she wasn't nudging. So I kept my mind occupied and myself busy with activities like: hanging art work in the nursery, turning our office into a cozy guest room (our mothers were going to stay with us to help us survive the first few weeks of parenthood), getting a pedicure, cleaning out the garage (call me WonderWoman), washing and folding the last few baby clothes (see above), finish packing our hospital bags - one for Mama, one for Papa and one for Baby (= diaper bag) - check out The Ultimate Hospital Bag Check List here -, and stocking our freezer with pre-cooked meals. Believe me, it was getting really hard for me to waddle around yet alone move, clean and pick up stuff. Even getting in and out of our car turned into an intense work out. I know there are mommies out there who have lots of energy and feel perfectly fine. Well, God bless your heart. Unfortunately, I wasn't one of them. Then, during my - what I had hoped to be last - weekly OB appointment, my wonderful doctor informed me that it's very unlikely that I would go into labor naturally. She basically moved my due date a week back. Excuse me???
Meanwhile, I had been experiencing a nerve-wrecking increase in pain (Why I kept doing house work, you wonder? 'Cause that's what I do.). My pelvic bone as well as that darn sciatic nerve were keeping me literally on my knees and I could barely waddle. Needless to say that walking a lot to get labor started was no longer an option for me. Quite the opposite: I was now getting pain killers and had doctor's order to rest and let laundry, dishes, errands be and focus on finding the least hurtful position to rest in. There went all my efforts to distract myself. Boo! To be continued...