My official due date is tomorrow. As in, not today, but the day after. I certainly don't feel any signs of impending labor though, so I'm not getting myself too excited about that fact that the baby is *almost* here. Sanj and I are trying our best to coax the baby out, by whispering sweet nothings in the direction of the baby. We're trying to convince her/him that we're really nice people and the outside world is so much more colorful (and spacious). So far this hasn't worked.
Auntie Kennedy is doing her part to get the baby out by sticking needles into the tender skin surrounding my little finger and toe nails. For anyone who doesn't believe in acupuncture, I dare you to let Ken stick a needle in this same location. There was so much energy running through my toes that I felt as if my nail was going to start on fire. We're going to try again tomorrow, but this time we are going to step it up a notch and use the electrical needle, which apparently is the way to really induce. So what if my toes actually do start on fire?! I am really in no position to complain since I am about to birth a human being (albeit small) out of an even smaller place. I should be able to endure having my toes lit on fire by an electrical current.
So, I've been on bedrest since last Friday due to slightly elevated blood pressure. I'm totally fine though, as is the baby, so really it's a win-win. Bedrest is the best. For one, it means that I don't have to go to work, which means that I no longer have to wear those hideously uncomfortable maternity dresses. And I get to sleep as much as I want, read as much as I want, watch TV and movies, go swimming, etc. Does it get any better than that? I mean, frankly, I don't care when this baby comes since I am so enjoying bedrest. Well, I take that back. I would like the baby to come sooner rather than later, but I'll take the rest while I can get it.