Overdue: Day 8

After a few good days of just relaxing and enjoying my last few days as a laid back, not needing to do much mommy, I'm feeling pretty darn upset today. I can't escape babies - pictures of cuddly newborn chubs are all over my facebook, all of my websites are baby related, and I have this little giant kicking and squirming all over my organs every moment. I can't sleep at night without taking Tylenol PM and I'm just exhausted. I want my baby here.

Before I could calm myself when people would say that at least baby will be here in a few days and to just enjoy the rest of pregnancy...but that's something that's acceptable to say to a 39 weeker. Maybe a 40 weeker. Saying it to a 41 weeker leaves you open to getting something thrown at your head. I'm over enjoying the rest of pregnancy. I don't take things for granted - I've enjoyed this pregnancy to the fullest. It's been full of fun pictures, painted bellies, cute outfits, and following developments every day. I've enjoyed the kicks, I've stayed sane through the sickness, I've loved my growing belly even with the new stretch marks appearing. I've enjoyed this rainbow pregnancy. I've felt blessed every day of it. But now I'm ready to be done. I feel like I've been pregnant since last October, and making this pregnancy continue even longer just feels a bit like torture. I'm ready for my baby. After a year and two months of two pregnancies, I'm ready to finally hold my baby.

My hormones are going crazy. While I managed to bottle them up for the last week, they're getting to wild to hold down. Having tried all the induction methods already multiple times, not being able to even think I'm being proactive to get this baby out makes it harder.

This weekend is going to be filled with baking cookies, finishing decorating, and praying this baby comes before Christmas. I've sent every mental signal to my body trying to encourage it to kick into active labor now, and somehow it's still telling me that it's just not receiving the message. I do hope it gets it soon.