Still no baby. I think our parents are starting to think I might not actually be pregnant, and that this has all been an elaborate farce.
At my doctor's appointment yesterday, they informed me that I'd made no progression since the appointment five days earlier (although the non-stress test did show that I was having somewhat more frequent and stronger contractions, even if I can't really feel them).
And now I'm scheduled for an induction on Friday.
I haven't wanted to get induced because your risks of c-section and other complications go up when you're induced, but at this point, I'm getting more worried about this baby getting too big for my little body, not to mention the fact that I have a one-way plane ticket to Austin in two and a half weeks and I'd rather not go straight from the hospital to the plane, thank you very much.
Also, whatever your suggestions for inducing labor, well, I've almost certainly done it. I'm still walking close to three miles a day (and even ran a good portion of it on both Friday and Saturday), I've eaten spicy foods and pineapple, and done the stairs in my apartment (four stories) multiple times. This baby is not impressed.
I haven't stooped to castor oil yet, though. On Easter Sunday, I watched Jamie drink it and I still haven't recovered from just watching it.