Ever since I got this break from work, I've been doing some walking as a form of exercise. The doctor told me it is best for me. It can certainly help induce labor by bringing on contractions, in a natural way. Everytime I do that, I feel like she's going a little lower, heading down below my pelvis. If she's indeed moved a little lower, the internal examination tomorrow wouldn't be as painful as my first experience. I'd be lucky if the doctor wouldn't have to probe deeper.
I wake up everyday wondering if today could be the day that my waterbag breaks. Am I ready for it? I have everything prepared already in my hospital bag except for one item--the breast pump! Yes, we were not able to buy one yet. It's my fault, I'm too choosy. Everytime the saleslady in the department store shows me a breast pump, I would wish for the one that's being sold at another store. Yeah, right, I'm getting a little weird. I just hope though that even with the humble size, I'd get to breastfeed my baby so we can save some money on formulated milk.
As I am writing this article, there's a loud pounding and hammering noise in the background. We are finally getting the rooms constructed. Thanks to my husband's separation money (hehehe), we've spent some of it for home improvement. It's a blessing in disguise his employment in a new company was put on hold so I am well assured he'd be around for the big day. Things will hopefully fall into place, all in accordance to His will.
For now, while waiting for D-day, I'm trying to get myself productive by accepting a few online jobs courtesy of a friend. I'm not earning so much from it yet but it's a good training ground for me, although I can't commit on long-term online jobs YET as I don't know if I'd be able to deliver everything as needed. I definitely can't work on Labor Day! :)