Thursday, March 1, 2012

What's the Rush?

My doctor is fairly disappointed that my cervix is not cooperating with her schedule. (She wanted Jeet to be born last weekend, when she was "on call".) Well, as far as I know, 40 weeks is still the standard cooking time for a baby, so I'm not going to be worried just yet. (Even though it would be nice to avoid conferences, yes.)

Just for kicks, I'm going to start trying a few of all of those "wives tales" that everyone has been telling me about. Here's the schedule:

Saturday: 39 weeks - celebrate!
Sunday: Spicy Indian Food Day + walk up Skyline
Monday: Spicy Mexican Food Day (if not too much heartburn from previous day)
Tuesday: Apple Pie Day + walk up Skyline
Wednesday: Castor Oil Day + walk up Skyline
Thursday: The Thing You Can't Name on the Internet Day

Any other suggestions?

After my appointment today, which was preceeded by a 40-minute wait in the exceedingly warm waiting room, I was quite tired. So, I decided to take myself out for a Wendy's frosty. In line, the smell of the french fries got to me, and I succumbed to the siren call of fried potato.

Maybe fast food isn't one of the listed wives tales...but then again, maybe old wives just didn't have a Wendy's on the way home.

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