But you know what? It's ok. I've decided to be a little bit zen about it. If the kid's not ready to come, she just isn't. Nothing I can do (short of pictocin, of course) is going to force her to come before she's ready. (Oh, and Rachel, my doula did suggest acupuncture, but The Boy is skeptical, and since I'm both cheap and needle-phobic, we decided not to pursue it. I may change my mind tomorrow).
In the meantime, it's in the 70s and sunny out today. I dare anyone to be anxious or worried on such a day. Even better, my in-laws took M last night so The Boy and I could have a night of uninterrupted sleep (we've all had colds, so we've all been awake a lot). We slept "late" (until 8:30), then took our time reading the paper, then ran some errands. Just being outside and feeling the sun on my face is like a balm. It reminds me of the spring to come, and of my favorite time of year here in NC. And no matter what, come spring, this child will be here (well, barring horrible and tragic things). Today, I'm choosing to focus on that positive note instead of freaking out over my still-pregnant state.
(which is not to say that I won't be back to my normal freaking-out self tomorrow, of course).
Now off to get some more "exercise" by doing some triple-coupon shopping. This is what passes for recreation here in my world, folks. Try not to expire from the excitement of it all. :-)