But I did get the flu (was severe), but possibly a cold (seems to be relatively short-lived).
Which is fun, but I promised not to whine, so I'll spare you the details.
On the bright side, since I really haven't gotten out (of bed) much in the past 3 days, my ankles have receded a great deal. I like to stare at them and exclaim to Jake: "Look, if I flex it, just so, you can see like 3 centimeters of tendon!" (Now that I'm trying to dilate, I've got metrics on the brain.)
Yesterday I turned down some invasive measures (you know what I'm talkin about, right, ladies? Painful cervical fiddling?) my Doc was willing to inflict on me to get this baby moving, cause Jake wanted to attend this yesterday, more than he wanted to attend the birth of his son. No, I'm not kidding. Very much. But he is in this group, the Zanjeros, and this was their first big project, so he wanted to be there to schmooze and glad-hand golfers. Apparently there was good food (I might consider taking up golf if they fed me sushi and sliders and quesadillas at every hole), free luggage and Addidas golf shoes for all, and 70 degree weather. At least I think it was 70. (I can't remember if I went outside). Anyhow, it all went very well. I think they raised lots of dough for the charities they were looking to fund (check out this one, House of Refuge. I think Jake is on the board?) People are already saving spots for next year.
I'm not at all surprised. The shoes were really cute.
In addition to the golf, Jake (11-year-old scout leader) wants to go to the Boy Scout Camporee tonight. Ross is going, too, cause he turned 11 in January. Jake didn't do the whole scouting thing where he grew up in rural Nebraska, so when I asked Ross what they bought on their troop field trip to Wal-Mart on Wednesday night, I wasn't surprised when the answer was "four cases of pop." I was actually relieved the answer wasn't "four cases of pop, gasoline to light stuff on fire, and ammunition."
Oh. And I told him he couldn't go more than 40 kilometers away from home for the campout. You know, just in case. He said no problem, but let's be honest: neither one of us has any idea how far that is.
Have you (or your doctor) ever tried anything to get labor going (besides pitocin, of course, which has thus far been my drug of choice?) Did it work? Were you pleased, or did you regret it?