We have tried: pineapple, hot spicy food, brisk walks, longish walks, squatting, membrane sweep, 5 days of acupuncture, sex (I got desperate. And then desperate again), caulophyllum, pulsatilla, housework, threats of downloading the Nick Lachey album and ramming the ipod up her bottom and turning the volume up HIGH, crying, hitting the belly with a plastic hammer (Max's idea - it was done gently), stress, anxiety, chocolate, more chocolate, walking up and down stairs, finishing some of Petite's clothes, more threats, a good talking to from her father, explaining the jesus birth mat would not be coming with us. And NONE of them work. Things started happening, and then now they have well and trully stopped.
And now I am resigned to a far more medicalised birth than I had hoped for unless a miracle happens soon. And here comes my plea: if there is anyone who reads the blog who has had their waters broken (ARM) to bring on labour and are willing to answer some questions I have, could you please email me privately at sixandahalfstitchesATgmailDOTcom. I'm hoping like hell it doesn't get to that point, but I am running out of time*, and I want to be mentally ahead of it all.
* TIME is a weird thing when you're pregnant and overdue - it's a black hole kind of concept where every hour drags, and with each new day you are closer, yet further away. And then there is Hospital Time which starts dictating options and alternatives and time frames, of which I have not a great deal to choose from given my previous birth experience.
Petite? Are you in there? You going to come out and play?