I've spent the last several days scouring the internet for various ways to get labor started. I can't help it. I want this baby out. I don't recall feeling quite so impatient with the girls. This time around, however, I'm driving myself a bit insane obsessing over ways to get labor started.
My friend Valerie had luck with castor oil a few years ago when she was pregnant with her son--that is if you call terrible diarrhea and hours of intestinal cramping good luck. Of course, just a few hours later she had her son. Results like that make castor oil slightly tempting, but only in a sadistic kind of way. Frankly, I'm too scared to try it. Horror stories of dehydration and causing the baby potential harm just aren't worth it to me.
Another friend suggested the herb Black Cohosh. Midwives have used this successfully, but it's not something anyone should attempt unsupervised. Nevertheless, I did stop by the drug store to take a look. I quickly put the bottle down when I read the warning label that it lowers blood pressure. With someone who already runs a low pressure, this is totally out for me.
So I've moved on to safer attempts to get things going. Yesterday and today I took two long walks. And I'm giving good old fashioned sex a try. Neither of these methods can hurt. The walking actually made my whole body feel better. My aching back and hips got a good stretch, and the cool fall air was invigorating. As for the sex, this was good for my marriage. There's something about the impending six week sex strike that can make a husband edgy. So in addition to possibly inducing labor, I got the extra advantage of having some last minute bonding time with Nelson. This is a good thing considering how hectic life will be in potentially just a matter of days.
Still despite the walking and sex, here I am writing this blog. I have been getting more intense contractions over the last several days but nothing ever comes of it. They always dissipate. I'm not sure why I feel such impatience and frustration. I know it can't be too much longer, so why does waiting another week or so seem so daunting? Shouldn't I cherish these last few days with Nelson and the girls before things change drastically? I guess I should, but I also know how great giving birth can be.
The weeks following both of the girls' births were the happiest days of my life so far. There is just nothing like having a newborn baby. I can't wait to hold my son. I'm wondering what he will look like and what his temperament will be. I'm wondering how it will feel to have a son instead of a daughter. Most of all, I'm just excited to be a new mom once again. So who can blame me for wanting to give up all the aches and pains of pregnancy for the joys of a new baby? I realize there's no sure fire way to beat the waiting game, but it never hurts to try when a beautiful baby is the prize.
Shelley Abreu is a freelance writer who has decided to eat eggplant parmesan for dinner tonight even though it has absolutely no scientific chance of inducing labor.