All quiet on the birth front

[oloriel]

Day 287. Still not mom. (Oh boy, that takes us back, doesn't it?)

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The day before yesterday, there were some contractions that, while not exactly being painful, made my kidneys ache slightly and came with a vague sense of nausea. I got all excited and thought it was finally starting, but... obviously not.

Gynaecologist gave me a box of labour-supporting spice tea. Yesterday, I had onion pie for dinner (particularly active bowels may "inspire" the uterus to likewise take action, which is why one of the ingredients of the so-called "labour cocktail" is castor oil; I thought onion pie was somewhat more appetizing). Jörg is sick and moreover not particularly turned on by my bump, so sex is out. I've been trying to fake nesting attacks by mopping all the floors and cleaning the bathroom and all that, but it seems I'm fooling no one. Probably the child inherited his parents' stubbornness... and my procrastinatory tendencies :P

At least he is doing perfectly fine in there. The gyn encouraged me to wait until Sunday before going to the hospital again: no reason for a medical induction just yet. The new medical assistant at her practice, meanwhile, was so fascinated by my well-defined bump that she hardly managed to strap the CTG sensors on.

Jörg's mother told us (somewhat puzzled) that she dreamed about her late husband - Jörg's dad - visiting her, coming up the stairs, and giving her a present. Now Jörg is kind of convinced that the baby will arrive on the 22nd. It would've been his father's 75th birthday.