I was actually concerned this kid wasn’t going to be a Taurus, when it looks like I’ll be well into Taurus before FOH decides to make an appearance. I know, of all the concerns to have, right? Don’t worry, it was low on the list.

McDreamy thinks this birth might be a good week away. A week! Omfg, People. I can’t imagine being preg much longer than two days, let alone, an entire week.

I was so certain she was going to tell me that this Babe was coming, and coming soon and to get ready — instead I found myself questioning if that was really just my vayjay she examined and are you sure? questions from me in response to the news of no further dilation.

No further progress from eight whole days ago, wtf! While the chance is there that FOH could come on time, or any time, I suppose, she feels confident that it won’t be in the next few days.

Hence another appointment Tuesday with an ultrasound to recheck my fluid level and make sure all is well with baby. Once I hit 41 weeks next Saturday and still no babe, then come that Monday, I’ll be scheduled for an induction.

In the meantime I will do everything in my power to make sure this babe comes on his own accord. Well, minus maybe some helpful yoga poses to get things going. Forget the tips on spicy foods. My tongue breaks out after the consumption of one Lay’s Barbecue Chip.

I gotta say … it was a strange feeling I had yesterday … part of me felt utterly relieved and then part felt utterly disappointed. The self talk went something like this: Praise Jesus! I still have some time! Oh thank you thank you thank you, time. I need you. 

To: what the HELL! I am ready to stop being preg and feeling like a fatty! I can’t believe this! Hurry up, baby.

Back to: Thank GAWD I might have another weekend where I can sleep in and indulge in nothingness and not have to concern myself with another human — one that’s going to demand all my time and energy.

I must admit … the thought of the sleep thing wins. I adore my sleep. Now I just need to teach FOH to adore his sleep. Then we can be co-sleep adorers. Sounds fantastic to me.

Clearly, the most important thing here is the health of The Babe. That’s priority numero uno. However, I really do want this baby as naturally as possible. Put out the good vibes with me.

I shall continue to Zen myself out, walk my four miles and get my yoga on. Oh, and enjoy … just these simple moments leading up to the arrival of my … son.