I am attempting to balance my (enormous) self on a gigantic, green ball.
It’s not going so well. 
I have pitched off this ball no less than four times in my attempt to keep it straight and keep my pelvis rocking.
Oh, the jokes….
A friend told me to try sitting on the ball and leaning forward, both before labour and during (you know…assuming that the baby is actually planning on coming some point in this next decade) in an effort to turn the baby the right way. So here I balance. Or not.
You know, when I was four, I was kicked out of Tumble Bugs because I wasn’t flexible enough. The local gym had gymnastics for preschoolers called Tumble Bugs. My mum signed me up. After a few weeks, when the poor people at the gym realised that, yes, in fact, there are four-year-olds that are unable to touch their toes or balance or even launch happily into the foam pit, they nicely informed my mother that maybe I could try something else.
Like reading.
Today is my actual official due date. The one the doctor picked based on measurements etc. I picked Sept. 17 because of my dates. So either I am 6 days overdue or now officially about to be overdue. Either way, not much is happening from what I can tell.
Is labour caused by falling off of gigantic, green balance balls?
Anne had a rough morning. She was weepy and petulant and bossy. I was like “WHO ARE YOU!?! It’s MY TIME to be petulant and weepy and bossy! Not yours!”
Just kidding.
But seriously.
