The latest

My due date is tomorrow.


I have never been this pregnant before. Ruby was born 3 days before my due date.

I gave up on drinking all the raspberry leaf tea because... well... it's not pleasurable and after a few days of drinking 3 cups of it a day and nothing happening I gave up on it. I realize it's probably more of a longer term thing but whatever.

I had a stretch and sweep done (good times!) last Wednesday.

I've now been for 2 acupuncture appointments in which I was "induced" and nothing has happened. Cue the sound of a toilet flushing and 110 of my hard earned dollars going down it.

Ruby poured water on me while I was laying in bed this morning, soaking my sheets. I stared at it willing to somehow have been MY water that broke. No luck.

Steve has been sick all weekend. Man sick. You know what that means? The world might just be ending. He had the nerve to suggest that it might have been brought on by the stress of worrying about when the baby was going to be born. Lucky for him I was buckled into a moving car and there were no sharp objects within my reach and although I could have reached over and strangled him or punched his eyeballs until he could no longer see - he was driving so I may have put my own life in jeopardy. Poor Ruby would have been an orphan.

In the meantime this means that during his two days off (Sunday, Monday) there was minimal to no help with Ruby. And he's been up all night, two nights in a row, giving me a play-by-play of his bodily functions. "TARA, something is really wrong with me!!!!" Really? Because something has been really wrong with me for the past 9 fucking months and I haven't experienced all that much sympathy so get the fuck out of this bed and go lock yourself in the bathroom until you deal with whatever the hell it is that ails you.

Oh, and maybe the next time you order fish and chips, you won't consume an entire tub of tartar sauce and/or maybe you should send the fucking fish back if it is grey and soggy instead of washing it down with another beer. Just a thought.

Anyways, I go into the hospital tomorrow for an NST (Non Stress Test) and an ultrasound. I had this done with Ruby when I was 39 weeks pregnant and it resulted in the discovery that I was low on fluid, she was in distress and I needed to be induced (she was born a few days later). Apparently there is a chance of that happening again, so... maybe something will happen on Wednesday.

And if not, I will be allowed to go 10 days overdue before any further action is taken.

In the meantime, I am miserable.

Thank you, that is all.