When the DUE DATE comes and GOES!

So June 2nd was yesterday. AS in YESTERDAY was my due date-GUNFUNNIT!

IT's been a really challenging experience for me to have carried past 38 weeks. All four of the children that I've birthed all came before 39 weeks. I seriously, didn't know how good I had it. Even my Yzhak followed suit and came about two to three weeks early.

I've decided that I'm pregnant with a little girl who seriously has her own mind and TIME FRAME. I've decided for future reference to pocket away this experience when having to deal with ANY POWER struggle that she and I will have. Because you all KNOW she and I are going to have some words from the very beginning.

I've walked, and walked until my ankles have grown extra ankles. And my darling nieces have actually--VOLUNTEERED--to massage them. They're (the angelic nieces) are going straight to Heaven. I've tried hot foods and I think I heard her laughter. I've PRAYED--the HEAVENS knows I've prayed and still she's still inside of me, cozy as a pea and seriously holding on to the walls of my hip bones as to refuse entrance.

I've cried too. Yes, I've cried. You would too, if you've stopped believing that she's ever going to come out.

And I'm not the only one in wonder over her TIME FRAME. I have family calling every day STUNNED that she hasn't made an entrance.

I guess, writing about it helps just a tad little bit. Like smiling through eating a liver sandwich. Telling myself, "Liver is good for you." Yeah, right, because I'd rather have someone poke me in the eye.

Remember that saying? "Don't put off today what you can do tomorrow?" I'm trying to get the interpretation of that saying in Samoan from my Dad. Because I'm seriously going to call her my procrastinator.

Ok, so this blog is a little on the vent side, BUT CAN YOU BLAME ME!

Wish me luck she actually comes soon. Like today, in two hours after I've taken a well rested nap.