Well, all the predictions that Scout would come on a full moon have turned out to be wrong. Scout resisted the pull of gravity and is still snug in the womb at 39 weeks and 6 days of gestation.
I've been having some signs that my body is "preparing" for labor, but haven't gone into labor yet. I have the Contraction Master up and running for when the real contractions begin. Who knows when that will be--it could be tomorrow, next week, or two weeks from now.
I really don't want to medically induce the little Scout unless it's medically necessary. To me, not knowing the birthday is every bit as exciting as not knowing the sex. I want little Scout to be born when he/she is ready--not when I lose patience.
Still, it's hard to wait. I'm ready to meet this little one. I've been drinking lots of raspberry leaf tea and taking evening primrose oil--both of which are supposed to help with labor. I'm also walking when I can, though a few days of bad weather have prevented that. Most of my maternity leave (so far) has been spent resting and relaxing, reading, playing piano, writing thank-you notes for baby gifts, and working on Scout's baby book.
No "nesting" instinct for me (yet), though. I don't know if that's going to happen. If it is, it had better start soon!
One thing I have noticed: I've definitely felt more anti-social than usual. I've been staying cooped up in the house and haven't had any desire to leave. I've been needing to go to Wal-Mart for three days now, but I just don't want to leave the house. Part of me is treasuring, and grieving, my "me" time--treasuring what little of it I have left, and grieving that life as I know it is about to change forever. It's a lot to deal with. As excited as I am about Scout, I'm a little wary of the unknown that lies ahead of us.
OK, enough of that. Scout's official due date is tomorrow.