Ok so no baby yet. I am really getting tired of this whole waiting thing and I am ready to sign an eviction notice. Since I am not like Ms. Spears and am not "too posh to push" I can't just schedule the babys arrival at a time that is convenient for me and before the stretch marks on my abdomen get any worse. Moving on, I went to the doctor today and everything is well with the baby. There are "natural" ways of inducing labour that you can try at home one of which is eating spicy foods. I think this is an old wives tale but hey those old wives have to to be right once in a while. So after the doctors appointment Chris and I went grocery shopping to prepare food in advance of babys arrival and maybe soemthing to hasten up its birthday. Chilli is a good option because it freezes and thaws very nicely and is a good hearty, spicy meal. So Chris decided to get experimental with the assorted peppers that are so temptingly displayed in the produce section. These bright shiny little veggies in shades of green, yellow, red and orange in all sorts of shapes and sizes are nice to look at but carry their own hazards. Now I want this baby out but I am not desperate enough to start munching on some unknown pepper. So I warned Chris not to use the seeds in the chilli becuse they contain all the oil and thus all the hotness . I also told him to wear gloves when chopping the peppers becuse once you get the oil on your fingers it is really hard to get out (common knowledge to anyone who watches the food network). Having satisfied myself with serving up this sage advice I went to go take a nap while Chris cooked up a storm. When I woke up from my nap I found Chris downstairs on the couch curled up in the fetal position. He told me he should have listened to me (words every wife loves to hear). Apparently he nibbled on the end of a thin green pepper and having found it not too spicy he decided to chop it up and put it in the chilli. Subsequent to this he decides to sample some more of this pepper so he takes a lagre bite out of one. He immediatly ran to the sink and flushed out his mouth with cold water for 15 minutes. Not only that but he also got the oil all over his fingers and every once in while I would hear him yell after he rubbed his eyes or nose or something. *sigh* Anyways we managed to get the pepper out of the chilli and I enjoyed a nice spicy bowl, but it did not do squat to start labour. Oh well I don't think I will have to wait that much longer.......
I would also like to congratulate my neighbour who gave birth to a baby boy last weekend. As it turns out Chris an I moved next to another couple from our prenatal class. So now I know that my baby will have a play mate waiting for him or her when it arrives. It looks like it could be the begining of a beautiful friendship.
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Husbands... Sometimes it's those little things that make them so much cuter. Good luck guys! Are you going to let us know some potential names?
Roz
I asked Matylda whether she would deliver my baby early for me so I could avoid stretch marks, etc. but she said no way and said no doctor will do it. Well, except Hollywood doctors, or course. But who's got that kind of money? Geez Matylda! What good is it knowing a doctor if they won't break the rules for you???
Hilarious! Did I ever tell you the story about Brad and the Dave's Insanity Hot Sauce? I had an engineer for a roommate at one point in my sordid life in apartments and he cooked with hot sauce a lot. Picture every meal with Frank's Hot Sauce. Anyway, Brad thought this was amusing so he bought a bottle of Dave's Insanity, which is one of the hottest of the hot sauces. They each dared each other to try it, with me and the cat looking on. They tried just a teeny amount at the same time and I nearly died with laughter. They both immediately turned pink, then red and took turns drinking from the kitchen tap and yelling in between turns. It brought me much amusement (also to the cat). Ahhhh, hot sauce and men.
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