Too much information

It's amazing, when you're waiting for labor to begin (OK, make that DESPERATELY waiting for labor to begin; agonizing over how long this whole thing is taking; feeling like a kid on Christmas Eve) how personal some people get.

There are a lot of suggestions out there about how to give labor a kickstart, and most of them are pretty personal kinds of ideas (I'm not going to go into them, as too many family members read this). Despite the personal nature of the ideas, numerous people keep suggesting them, then asking if I followed through on their suggestions. It's really very odd.

(Hmm. Then again, I'm basically writing a diary for public viewing, so how much privacy should I expect, right?)

I don't know. I certainly appreciate the input. But Amanda and I are still waiting, waiting, waiting for things to happen. Amanda says it was actually 40 weeks today. Me? I've been confused about how you count this thing since the beginning. I thought we were due Monday.

Either way, we're back to the doctor on Monday. She previously said we might be talking about inducing at that point if things aren't progressing to avoid getting to the point where a C-section is the only option. I like that idea. Last thing we need is a mom recovering from surgery while the baby is in his first weeks.

Guess we'll find out Monday.