come out, come out

I'm now six days past due, and trying to stay positive, but it's getting harder. I know that plenty of people go longer than I have, but saying to myself "today could be the day" everyday for the past almost six weeks is starting to wear on me. I don't really have anything to complain about, because it will happen when it happens, but saying that and actually feeling it are starting to be two different things. It doesn't help that I was having regular contractions last night, and really thought "this is it!" and then.....nothing. Second time that's happened.

I thought it was interesting that during my third and final acupuncture appointment yesterday, I could actually feel the baby moving around in a way he hasn't before. Almost undulating himself into position, and then an hour or so later the contractions started. I kind of always thought that acupuncture was an interesting concept, but ultimately with no scientific basis. One of those "you have to believe it for it to work" deals which even though I really wanted to I didn't completely. However, after my appointment yesterday I can't deny that something was happening when I became the human pincushion. I might even consider going again at some point in the future if Western medicine fails me first.

COME OUT BABY. There are nice things here like cheesecake, and monarch butterflies, and that time of day when it's not quite sunset and everything is glowing orange. You'll like it.