I know you’re uncomfortable and tired of it, and I sympathize. But I do think you should hold on as long as possible. That said, have you heard that drinking castor oil can induce labor? It’s pretty nasty-tasting, but with my first, post-due-date, they had me mix it with root beer and eat a Reese’s cup with it, and it did start labor, although it was slow and I still had to be induced. Of course, if you did want to try the castor oil, you should check with your doctor first.
Good grief! Hang in there, April R. You’re a tough cookie.
Thanks. To top it off I’m nursing a husband with shingles. This has been a pretty stressful week
These past few days just haven’t been your days, April R.
One way to feel better would be to think about how great everything will be after this whole process. That is what I do when I am going through difficult times (none of which are even slightly close to being as difficult as yours but still the same concept, just at a much more mild degree).
Sorry, but I got to make the obligatory reference:
Sounds fine to me. I’m feeling bad because I have a hangnail that’s bugging me (having just watched Mel Brooks last night – someone else falling in a sewer and dying is comedy, tragedy is when I get a paper cut) so I think you deserve a full-fledge party.
That’s great advice! 
OMG, don’t make me laugh, I just had a coughing fit :eek:
{{April}} I hope you recover soon.
Thanks. Being sick always sucks, but when you are preggers it seems worse somehow.
{{gigi}}
What does the “{{arbitrary name}}” mean?
“Hugs” to the person named I believe.
Hah! A few days before I was due with baby #2, I came down with a dose of the MUMPS. Never had it as a kid, and toddler (#1) caught it at her creche (this was in the days before the mumps immunisation schedule).
I felt (and looked) like shit. They induced me (worried about the effect upon the baby), kept me isolated for a few hours and sent me home to avoid cross infection of the other new mums. Luckily they organised a home-nurse to attend every day, because I was in no fit state to care for a newborn AND a toddler (husband had done a disappearing act by that stage). 
One other thing is that they wanted to ‘study’ my kid to see what intrauterine mumps might mean…they’d never seen such a case, so we had to do daily mouth swabs and a courier would pick them up to take to the lab. Never did find out the results! Oh well, that was nearly 30 yrs ago now!
Wishing you all the best April…sending kick-arse contraction-thoughts across the big ditch. 
Yes, indeedy.
My five year old daughter is pushing it tonight. For the second night in a row she refuses to go to sleep without a fight. Now she is standing in the hallway on the wall because she talked back to me. Do you think it is because of the new baby coming? I have no patience with this right now. It is almost 10:30pm and I have to get up at 5am. This is absolutely ridiculous.
Very likely it’s because Mama is sick and tired (literally!) and very very pregnant and not much fun right now. So yes, indirectly because of the new baby coming, although I bet she’s not thinking of the baby itself right now. Most 5 year old girls love the notion of a new baby (although the reality can be a little harsher than they expect it to be.)
That being said, it may not be anything to do with you at all. Maybe something’s going on at school and she needs to talk but isn’t sure how to bring it up. It’s spring, and the little girls are getting catty at my daughter’s school. Maybe she’s anxious about kindergarten ending and first grade looming (or pre-k to kindergarten; whatever her exact age, she’s looking at a transition summer). Who knows? Give her the benefit of the doubt that there’s some reason she’s being a pain in the ass. There usually is. Not always, but usually.
You know, I find the same problem with Celtling. The more stressed/sick/exhausted I am, the more likely she is to insist upon staying up and keeping me exhausted. I have no answers to offer, only commiseration. Well, one thing to try is to force yourself to just sit and cuddle with her for ten minutes. Make sure there’s a clock you can see because ten minutes is longer than it feels when you’ve got a million things to accomplish before you sleep. Sometimes that works.
I think I figured it out last night. She is deathly afraid of tornadoes and I accidentally mentioned the one in Oklahoma on Monday when I was talking to my husband and she over heard, plus I am sure she heard about it at Preschool, so when those storms hit our area last night she had a mini panic attack. I am going to be more understanding in the future, she can’t help being scared and her fear isn’t irrational. I was selfishly thinking about myself, and how sick me and my hubs are and how lack of sleep is the last thing we need right now. I stayed out in the living room with the lights on until midnight and waited for her to fall asleep. I was a bad mommy last night, she just wanted to know I was there and was too scared to articulate what she needed 
Hey, we all have our moments. My unsolicited advice is to be perfectly honest with her about it, about what you would have done differently if you’d been thinking more clearly, and what you intend to do differently in the future. Model the kind of apology you’d like her to give, and she’ll learn Mommies aren’t infallible, and that’s okay. 