Yesterday, Bill and I were going for a walk. Fritz was lying on the couch engrossed in some Netflix video on the Kindle. “Ready, honey?” I called to my husband in the hallway.
“OK, Mom, see you,” mumbled Fritz without looking up.
“I wasn’t talking to you,” I laughed.
“Love you, too,” he responded.
I guess it’s better than him thinking I’m yelling at him all the time.
Peter asked me, “Mom, can you do anything you want to do?”
Naturally, my mind turned to the limits of both God’s laws and the laws of our governments.
“Nope,” I said. “You can’t.” And then I heard the song from Blue’s Clues playing in the other room: “…you can do anything that you want to do…”
“I didn’t think so,” said my child who has officially reached the age of reason now.
“Yes, it’s all a lie,” I said, and looked over at him just in time to catch my husband’s eye who was looking at me in horror.
“That’s right, just dash the kids hopes and dreams,” he said.
It’s a cruel world…and it starts at home.
The midwife stripped my membranes today…something I’ve never had done before. Not comfortable. She also sent me away with a long list of home remedies to try to get this baby to come out. I had been subjected to a 20 minute monitoring and an ultrasound to look at amniotic fluid – all perfectly fine, of course. Our household goods are being delivered next Monday, so I am eager for the baby, who has been very cooperative with my timeline thus far, to make his or her debut.
So, home remedies I’ve tried/known about:
peanut butter cups, lots of them
using the breast pump
evening primrose oil