Inductions and other baby stubbornness

Why can't babies do as they ought? My baby should have grown a little more slowly, and ideally have figured out that the exit is south and ready (more or less) to accept those wishing to meet their destiny in this big, bad wonderful world.

Alas, *S* decided that she's much rather stay in comfy isolation and pack on the pounds faster than one would think is possible without direct access to Twinkies (and no, I have not been eating Twinkies...brownies, perhaps)...all of which has led to a decision to induce her tomorrow night. There's something distinctly unnatural about having to have "cervical ripening gel" inserted in you and then get jacked up on Pitocin through an IV....Not quite the labor starting experience I envisioned and I feel positive some horror movie probably started exactly this way once...

The timing is also less than ideal, as unless the hospital sweeps me out of door in 24 hours I'll probably be celebrating Thanksgiving with the hospital staff...*M* has promised to buy turkey for everyone if we are stuck there which I told him was precisely the wrong incentive structure if we actually do want to get out on Thursday. But regardless, we will have much to be thankful for...especially if I don't end up with a c-section!

Things NOT to say to pregnant women

I've been neglecting the blog...although I think being FULL TERM qualifies as a valid excuse for whatever laziness I engage in, however you can be the judge.

I realized my last post was about the sweet lady in the elevator who made my day....3 weeks later, a totally different experience. As I walked/waddled into my 37wk OB appointment I am stopped by a lady in the parking lot who said (direct quote) "OH HONEY, please tell me you're about to deliver!!!"

Yep, I'm huge (apparently)...and I'm consoling myself that my hugeness is inspiring random people to have concern for their fellow man (or at least pregnant woman).