We have begun Operation: Evict the Baby.
I was very interested to hear my midwife's thoughts re: my suddenly-skinny fetus. Beth, ever sage, said she'd seen much scarier ultrasound reports. When I asked about possibly encouraging this little girl to come in the next few weeks, she said, "You're full-term. Go for it."
Nodding in Rob's direction, she added, "He has a natural prostaglandin-maker on his person."
And that's what I'm going to call it from now on.
As much as I want to try every labor-inducing trick I can think of right NOW, I know that no amount of my saying, "Into the world, child!" will make the baby come before she wants to. (I also think she's an August baby for sure.) Furthermore, natural induction methods do nothing if your body isn't ready.
So instead of thinking, "I'm going to jump-start this crazy thang!" I'm re-framing it as preparing my body for labor with red raspberry leaf, evening primrose oil, and as much oxytocin as we can generate.
Or a prescription for tea, flowers, and sex as, Désirée Fawn of So Fawned puts it—which sounds genuinely relaxing. And not at all like, Let's get this baby born before her due date OR ELSE!