So now, we've given an eviction notice, although, our OB hasn't gotten the memo yet; however, I am confident she'll be on board. So far, nothing has worked. I tried making a birthday cake last week, in the hopes we could inspire a birthday.
No dice. At least we got good cake out of the deal. Lemon chiffon. Yum.
Then we tried spicy food. Chorizo chili with hot peppers in homemade bread bowls.
Nothing. But again, it was a tasty dish.
Over the weekend, we tried walking the baby out, acupressure, yoga moves, and just about every other thing I could think of. Except castor oil. I'm not that desperate. Yuck. I even had the priest do a little prayer to start labor after mass on Sunday.
This morning, the brisk run to the bus stop with my perpetually late firstborn didn't do anything but wind me. And I'm fairly certain, that while tasty, the large quantity of pineapple I'm currently eating will do little more than give me heartburn.
This child is stubborn.
And I am huge.