My thanks to everyone who called, texted, or emailed to remind me that today was my actual due date. I woke up this morning and thought today was special, but it wasn't until the storm of reminders that I remembered it wasn't my chiropractor appointment, but actually the day the alien in my body was suppose to remove itself. I would have been pretty upset if I had missed that one. I'm joking. I appreciate the enthusiasm... However, statistically only 5% of women actually deliver on their due dates so everyone is going to just have to keep their panties on and give me a little more time. I promise everyone will be notified in a timely manner when he actually does make his appearance...assuming I know before anyone else. I found out yesterday that apparently I have been having contractions. I wish the person selling this would have called and let me know so I could have alerted my uterus. As of now, all is quiet on the home front...just to clear up any nasty tabloid rumors going around.
It isn't from my lack of trying I assure you. As of today he is weighing in at 8 pounds so believe me when I say I want him out. My knees, back, feet, and even fingers want him out. I have walked about 50 miles in the last week, bounced on my ball for at least 5 hours, been to the chiropractor 4 times, eaten entire jalapeños (again), eaten watermelon, pineapple, and papaya, and made herbal tea. This weekend I washed both cars, walked 4 miles, cleaned the entire house, and climbed stairs. Frankly, I'm exhausted so now I am going to sit on my behind and chill...well, after I get a pressure point massage tomorrow. And for the final belly pic at 40 Weeks!
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