November 6th. I'm now officially in the group of women who go past their due date. Yay!
Yesterday day was rather uneventful in the contraction department. My sweet parents spent the afternoon keeping me entertained while Mr. Cob worked. The 5 or so hours they were with me, I don't think I had even one contraction. Then Mr. Cob came home and we went to dinner at a New Orleans-esque restaurant near our house. I figured some spicy food might get the ball rolling. Well the minute we sat down at the restaurant, things started happening. Contraction one. Lukas then did some acrobatics. Contraction two. More acrobatics. Stomach cramps. More contractions. At this point, I was worried we'd have to leave before our food came. But I wasn't really uncomfortable so we just hung around and waited to see what would happen. (I was really looking forward to my gumbo and jambalaya...) As it would turn out, Lukas is apparently a big fan of jazz music and was simply dancing to the music. All activity stopped almost immediately upon our departing the restaurant. And the rest of the evening was quiet.
And now, it's another day. I couldn't sleep in this morning, so I'm up "early" for a weekend. My sore throat has gotten better since yesterday, so that's positive. And the oddest thing about this morning, I feel less anxious for him to arrive. It's kind of like, oh well, we missed the date, so the pressure is off and the hilarity of waiting to see how much longer I'll remain hugely pregnant has begun. Mr. Cob commented yesterday that there was no way he could remain on the inside much longer because there's just no where for my belly to grow too much more. We'll see. I think Lukas knows its really cold in Georgia and has no desire to leave the warm comfort of the inside for the cold outside world. I've tried to explain the concept of blankets and onesies with feet in them, but so far it's not working. At least we know we'll meet him in the next week or so, one way or another.
Hang in there Ryan. For what it's worth, one of my girlfriends once told me that a pedicure could help. It didn't work for me, but apparently there are pressure points in your feet than might start things up when massaged. I hope you're able to rest until he gets here!
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