In those last two weeks of pregnancy I was starting to feel uncomfortable and anxious to meet my precious baby. While nine months is a long time, the last few weeks of pregnancy are easily the longest. It felt as though time was standing still, so I was pretty tired of people asking me if I had the baby yet. Obviously I did not. In fact, I tried a whole bunch of things to try and move my labor along because babies take their damn time, apparently.
I was originally given a due date in mid December. That date was later changed after a third ultrasound, and I was told I would be due just a few days before Christmas. In the end, my baby waited around so long he missed Christmas, New Years, and ended up being born in a whole new calendar year. Not only was this mildly annoying, but it had some unintended consequences, too. For example, now my son will start school a year later than all the other children in my birth and baby group. (We live in Canada, and school enrollment begins in January.) I also couldn't include him as a dependent on the previous years taxes which, you know, sucked.
My son's late arrival wasn't for want of trying, though. In fact, I tried so many tips and techniques to get my labor moving along, including the following things: