Yep, you read that correctly. I never thought I would be taking a picture of myself at 40.5 weeks pregnant but alas, I did. (Despite the well-known statistic that the majority of first time Mom’s go something like an average of a week past…)
I could have already been induced but I would prefer to go into labor when my body is ready…obviously with the doctor giving the OK that the baby and myself are in no danger.
One of my favorite things at this stage is unsolicited advice, albeit by well-meaning individuals. I guarantee that most women that have passed their due date have researched every possible way to get the baby to come out already. I even told the nail lady at my pedicure two weeks ago to hit all those acupressure points she was trained not to hit around the ankle.
Oh well, the baby will come when it is ready or when the doctor decides that an induction is necessary. In the mean time, I’ll just sit here and smile and nod when people give me their opinion and then promptly ignore them. It’s probably good that I start practicing that as I hear it only gets worse when the baby is actually here.
PS - Due dates are like unicorns, no, they are like demon dragons. I’m pretty sure the Devil had something to do with “due dates” as less than 5% of women actually deliver on their “due date”. Due dates are a method of torture, early or late. Or maybe they have something to do with “the fall” of Adam and Eve and part of that whole “women will be in pain in childbirth” Bible verse in Genesis. (Except that verse also mentions men having to toil the land and, hello 21st century, how many men do you know that still have to toil the land? But that is a rant for another day…)