We are officially in a holding pattern. The doctor says that nothing is happening and the due date has come and gone...days ago! I am beginning to swell again. Which is so lovely, hands, feet, ankles, and toes are back to the size of puffy (is puffy really a size?) And I am itchy, itchy, itchy. I am not sure my skin will every forgive me for the torture I am putting it through.
Word on the street is this weekend is a new moon and that sometimes the phases of the moon can play voodoo with babies and labor. We are crossing our fingers. That combined with Friday the 13th--something exciting should happen, right?