Maybe with the full moon...?

Nope! Still no baby!

My midwife is checking me every other day now to be sure all is well, and everything's still fine. I've now obtained a bottle of castor oil from her and it sits on the big windowsill in our cabin as an imminent threat. It's not something that I want to do, but seriously. This is getting a bit ridiculous. The baby is so far up into my ribs that, even long after I take my bra off, I feel like my underwire is gouging me.

I have more to say but I'm too tired and need to go to bed. I'll post more tomorrow, one way or the other. Night night.