Ok...so Mick Jagger probably wasn't talking about the delayed birth of his daughter when he wrote those lyrics. But they seem so damn apropos.
If I haven't mentioned it already, BossLady's due date is this Sunday. We just came back from the doc's office this morning. It seems that our daughter is pretty comfortable and wants to hang out a little longer. I can't really blame her as punctuality was never my strong suit either. Having arrived into this world over two months early, I seem to have spent the past 35 years running late.
Anyway, we've started making contingency plans and if labor doesn't occur naturally, we're planning to induce in 12 days. This actually wouldn't be the worst scenario since it would allow the lovely BossLady to accrue a little more time on her maternity leave. And since her turbo-charged nesting instincts are revving HIGH, the extra time will probably allow her to refinish the floors, install a new bathroom, build a birdhouse and come up with a cure for cancer.
Being the well-informed parents of the new millenium (thank you for the internet, Al Gore), we've done some research on all the various ways to help induce labor. Personally, my favorite ones are the old wive's tales...eating buffalo wings, castor oil, driving on bumpy roads, or wolfing down bowls of macaroni & cheese made with A1 sauce.
So readers...send me and BossLady your favorite methods of inducing labor. If your selection works, we'll name the baby after you!!!
(ok...BossLady just rejected that idea. I guess we won't name the baby after you. But next time I discover yet another new atomic element or previously undiscovered planet, I promise to name it after you. Would that be ok?)