The Dog Days

Its hot today.  It was hot yesterday, and it seems like it has been hot forever.  It also hasn't rained since my wedding day, and even the corn which thrives in the heat, is starting to yellow. Everything and everyone out here seems suspended in a wavy lethargic atmosphere.  It isn't quite the dog days of summer according to the calendar, but boy it feels like it.
Not a good time to be heavily, impatiently, uncomfortably, irritably pregnant.

Yesterday, I'd been having so many strong braxton hicks contractions that I insisted Taz take a few final pictures of me and my belly before it was too late.  We got some nice shots, and then went to bed.  As I was lying in bed, my back started to ache with each tightening of my stomach, and I could feel twinges in my lower belly as well.  I thought excitedly that it could mean the end, the long-awaited end was going to actually arrive..... then I fell asleep.

In the morning though, I woke up and as my 3-year old niece kept reminding me last week, noted that "baby's still in your belly".  Grumph!

I had a doctor's appointment with my regular doctor, who is now back from holidays (hooray!) at 9:30.  She did her regular exam, and then checked the status of my cervix.  The status: uncooperative.  She said she would be surprised if I went into labour today or tomorrow.  Looks like this baby is going right to the due date, and possibly beyond.

I swear, if she isn't here Thursday morning, Taz is calling in sick, and we will spend the day walking the hills and having sex in the fields, and doing shots of castor oil.  Hmmm...nothing says sex like a grumpy sweaty pregnant woman waiting for the castor-oil induced diarrhea to kick in.

Anyway, here's the pics.

This is not a comfortable pose!