Sunday, July 27, 2008

Sunday July 27th = no baby

No baby but you'll all be happy to know the poop-a-thon hasn't let up. Ugh. We went walking today to try to use gravity to get her out and although I feel like I'm carrying a bowling ball between my legs I don't think it did much good other than making my feet and ankles swell horribly. Marco's going stir crazy and is mad every time he has to walk out the door to go to work. He resorted to bribing our child this morning. It went a little something like this...

"Sadie, this is Papa. If you come out we'll give you ice cream. We also have very cute clothes to put on you. We'll let you swing in your swing all day long if you want. We're having really nice weather too so it's a great day to be born. We'll take you swimming and let you go down the slide as many times as you want."

Ah so sweet of Marco but it's just not working. And I do have to brag about what a wonderful husband he is. The man actually painted my toenails for me yesterday after first taking off the old chipped polish. They were looking pretty grim and it was really bothering me so he was kind enough to paint them and I didn't even have to resort to tears. What a guy! His technique was different, painting side to side rather from bottom of nail to the top but I have to say I have some cute pink little puffy toes today.

So as of 3:31 p.m. Sunday there is no sign of the wee one. If this July baby turns into an August baby... well I'll have to live with it... but I won't be a happy camper!

6 comments:

~Jess said...

Sadie, must be quite comfy in there! Poor mommmy and daddy!

At least you have cute toes now ;-)

becklette said...

ummm, you get no cheesecake until you evict that baby. sorry.

but in case you were wondering... i'm working on how to mail a frozen trader joe's chocolate dilemma cheesecake sampler. i think it's 8 or 12 slices of cheesecake-- 4 kinds) chocolate chip, plain, tuxedo and, i think, raspberry swirl.

express mail, you say?

Weighing in w/ my .02 said...

Becklette, you're totally nuts, which is why I *pink puffy heart* you!

Amy said...

Yeah, I guess my predictions are bogus. Oh well...I didn't bet any money at least.

So what one of my friends did during her walks to try and get things going (on the advice of her friends) was to walk along a curb. So one foot on the curb, one foot in the street...then change directions. She went into labor the next day. Old wives tale? Dunno...maybe you should put that theory to the test!

Kirsten said...

I live in Switzerland and a friend told me last week that in France, they actually count 41 weeks before the full term, rather than our 40, so actually, maybe your lil' one is right on time,according to french standards. Hang in there! Enjoy your rest...

Madame K said...

I *heart* that you've resorted to bribery. That's just hilarious!


Hang in there!