Pop! Goes the Weasel.

My Ob-gyn bet that we weren't going to make it to our next visit. But that visit was 2 days ago and we're still waiting. We know that every day that Muffin is not out, it's one additional day of peace for us. But there's also a little bit of anxiety because we're gunning for a VBAC and if Muffin is too comfortable for too long the doctor isn't going to leave us with many choices plus there is the issue of CNY coming up and the good doctor going away on vacation.

So people have been offering us suggestions to bring on the labour naturally. They've included the age old 'get into bed and go at it like bunnies' (a little bit difficult when I have 31 month olds sailing in and out of our bedroom as and when they deem fit), shopping and walking, drinking raspberry tea, renting a newborn baby to 'pretend breastfeed' (i.e. stimulate the nipples and hence release hormones to trigger contractions), doing lots of squats (which in itself is a challenge for pregnant women), eat spicy food (can't do that because I already get heartburn without that), doing star jumps and swimming the breast stroke!

My theory is I can do everything under the sun and if Muffin doesn't want to budge, it's not going to work.

Unfortunately, my sub-conscience has been in on this backseat labouring as well. Two nights ago, it told me to induce labour by eating awful green seaweed jelly (I think that came from watching my mom eat green tea jelly in a shade of unnatural green) and in my dream I protested. And when I protested in my dream that I wasn't ready because I hadn't had that awful mucous plug thing ( if you don't know what it is, you don't want to know), a voice told me that I had received it in the mail and found an envelope in my hands that had to be opened. I had no idea that my reproductive system could send out mail.

Then last night, I dreamt I was in the hospital trying to find the labour ward. I knew I was trying to find it because I was lugging my huge hospital bag around. I had to walk through a gym though. It wasn't a weights type gym but a gymnastics type gym with apparatus and there was a strange big contraption that looked like the Reverse Bungee by the river. And in order to get to the labour ward, I had to go on the frightening contraption. I think it was like a giant swing but I also recall wondering how it was supposed to get me into labour.

All of which doesn't make sense and is five kinds of bizarre. I think rather than eating green goo and taking a roller coaster ride, I should just sit tight and wait.

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