I'm still here.
Made a long overdue bedskirt.
Went to lunch with my mom and Cloves.
Sorted through everyone's clothes drawers.
All of which feels good, like a deep cleansing breath.
Pushing 41 weeks, my midwife assured me today that I wouldn't need to be induced. I believe her and always leave calmer. How I love those women. My women, I like to say. I think the only suggestion I haven't tried is strawberry pie to induce labor.
That might be next.