Out, damn'd tot! Out, I say!

When you want to have a homebirth, but you also want someone to Do Something to Get Things Rolling, is that wrong? I actually bought a bottle of castor oil and hoped that mere proximity would kickstart labor. She's a no-go. I spend an inordinate amount of time on the PT ball, rocking, rolling, bouncing, hoping...

It's been hard for the Perp (see: above), I think. I've slowed down dramatically, I can't bend over, and playing on the floor with her is an exercise akin to landing a (smallish) whale. I'm so lucky that she is good at playing by herself. Plus, give her an apple and she'll pose all cute-like.