Thank you for the labor-inducing advice! There were a few I hadn't heard before ;)
While I'm on the subject of birth, some of you have asked if I've written the birth stories of each of my girls. I haven't, and ought to, but I have written down two of them in this space. Did you know Pearl was born in the car? The very car I still drive? She was my castor oil smoothie baby. Yes, castor oil works, when your body is ready. It was the most violent birth I've had and have no desire to repeat it. You can read it here and see the most adorable pictures of Pearl as a baby. I still love telling that story :).
a few loverlies I picked from the yard after I found out my iron was up
My most beautiful and peaceful birth was Clover's. I was 11 days over, but I couldn't have asked for something more serene, smooth, and sweet. You can read that one here.
A few days ago I began to slightly panic that if this is a boy he'll have nothing to wear, which is silly because I've gone through this 5 times before and you don't need much more than a diaper and onesies the first few weeks of their life anyway. But then I began to think what a sacred and precious thing it is, the act of dressing a baby the first time. This soul that has been sent to us, naked and needing everything from us, from me. Clothing the naked came to mind as I prepared a few onesies to be filled with a body that has been growing in my body, who snuggles down and gets more comfortable as I type this. Seeing that indelibly marked due date in my mind's rear view mirror isn't the easiest, but I am trying to savor the kicks and jolts of this baby dill grand finale, because soon I will have to share my little heater with lots of hands and hearts.