Yesterday I took my midwife friend's advice and tried "curb-walking." (This is walking with one foot on the curb and one in the street.) It seemed to get some contractions going, so I went for a second walk during Jack's nap and ended up wearing myself completely out and having to take a nap as well. Sadly, all the contractions petered out and I was left with nothing but sore calves. You should see what the combination of sore calves and a being nine months pregnant does for a person's gait. It's not pretty.
I had called my parents in the morning to say that I thought maybe things were beginning, so I had to call them back in the evening to inform them of the unfortunate turn of events. "Well," said my Dad, "you'll go to bed and relax for a while, and that will get things moving."
"Now you're just making stuff up," I told him. Then my mom got on the phone and said, "You should try taking a walk."
"I did," I said. "In fact, I walked long enough that I completely wore myself out!"
"Oh, don't wear yourself out," she replied. "You should put your feet up and relax!"
I laughed and said, "Well which is it, Mom? Should I go for a walk or relax? I can't do both!" She then told me that my dad made her a whiskey sour when she was due with their second, but, sadly, we have no sour mix. Well, that and I wasn't really in the mood.
And today is Father's Day, and poor Andrew spend the whole thing pretty much waiting on me hand and foot. I did get up with Jack and let Andrew sleep "in" a bit during which time I chopped things for his omelette, but I didn't MAKE the omelette because I figured Andrew would want a GOOD breakfast on Father's Day. Omelettes are his forte. Breakfast in general is his domain, actually, but I am at least capable of making other things. Just not omelettes.
(My friend The Photographer once asked me why I didn't have Andrew show me how to make an omelette. "Then you can make them!" she said.
"Why on earth would I want to do that?" I answered.
"Ah, yes. I see what you mean," she replied.)
At any rate, after my somewhat lame attempt at making his Father's Day nice, I spent the rest of the day napping and wandering sadly around the house while Andrew entertained Jack, cleaned the kitchen, and did laundry. This pregnancy is not going easy on him either. But, lest you feel TOO sorry for him, you should know that I also have a cold. And it is more than unfair to be 40+ weeks pregnant with a head cold. UNFAIR.
Well, my bag is packed and the induction is Thursday if she doesn't come sooner.